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Blue skies and white clouds, green swallows over rice fields, and spiders spinning silk—these were the vibes of summer in Song You's memories.
The Daoist priest leaned on his bamboo staff, making his way up the mountain path.
Gradually, he reached the highest point of the official road.
Though not the mountain’s peak, it was already high enough. Below, a river flowed swiftly downstream.
Through mist and cloud, three mountains fade,
As though beyond the sky they're laid.
The rolling river, swift and wide,
Egret Island parts its tide.[1]
Where the currents rushed, foamy waves swirled, pure white and unbroken—truly resembling a thousand heaps of snow.
Song You couldn’t help but pause, turning to look.
The sunlight was dazzling, illuminating a magnificent scene. A strange sensation stirred within him. He turned his head back toward the road ahead.
“Hmm?” The Daoist frowned.
“Hm?” Perched on the back of a horse nearby, a swallow noticed his reaction. Curious, it glanced ahead as well. Without a word, it flapped its wings and took off, soaring into the clouds and scouting the path ahead.
“Rumble… rumble…”
A faint tremor rippled through the earth, though the sound was not loud.
Echoes of distant shouting wove through the mountains.
“Whoosh...”
The swallow returned, hovering in midair with its wings beating against the wind.
“Sir, two groups of riders are engaged in a pursuit ahead. They both seem highly trained and are heading our way.”
“I see…”
“But I don’t know who they are.”
“Who else could it be?”
Song You had a vague sense of the answer.
He fell silent for a moment, then guided his horse to the roadside and stood still,...
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