"Go, after secluding yourself in the mountains, set out and travel, it's time for you to step into the Worldly Realm."
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One evening, on Linfeng Road.
On the official road leading to the Capital.
In a wind-sheltered hollow of a mountain, a line of carriages came to a halt.
A man over fifty years old and seven chi tall, dressed as a scholar named Zhao Douan, hopped down from a carriage, beginning to loudly direct the house servants in setting up the camp for the night.
Then, the ex-candidate who had had dealings with Zhao Douan in Taicang Prefecture approached the convoy almost eagerly and came to a modest yet distinctive carriage, saying respectfully,
"Sir, night has fallen, and we cannot reach the village ahead, so we must stay overnight here."
