Dao Yuan
If the Way is as deep as an abyss, why should I begrudge this mortal body?
Sixteen years later.
North of Yanbei, beyond the frontier.
While the skies above Yanbei were filled with yellow sand, the grasslands beyond the border were lush and green, an unexpected sea of emerald. The setting sun hung low in the west, its blood-red light filtered through drifting clouds.
The sounds of horses neighing and wagon wheels rolling echoed across the plain. Wild grass as tall as a man bent in the wake of the passing caravan.
The convoy came from the north. Each carriage bore a large banner emblazoned with a wildly calligraphed “Dragon” character, and in the lower right corner, a simple depiction of a white dragon.
This was the Wang family’s caravan. The white dragon symbol was unique to third-tier guards of the Longmen Escort Agency; above it were the purple and golden dragons.
“Chang Si, those two young masters still refuse to eat?” On the lead wagon, a burly man with a face full of scars sat atop the roof, frowning deeply.
Chang Si grunted in affirmation.
The man’s brow furrowed even more. “How long have those two been traveling with us now?”
Chang Si thought for a moment. “Counting today, it’s been five days.”
The man’s expression grew heavier. “Five days… and they’ve only asked for a little fresh water.”
His face suddenly changed. “Could it be that, at their age, they’ve already reached the Luminescence Realm?”
“That’s impossible!” Chang Si cried out. “Judging by their faces, they’re no more than fifteen or sixteen. There’s no way such prodigies exist in this world!”
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