Chen Ping'an's journey north would be more than halfway complete once he passed Burial River, the river that cut across the Great Quan Empire.0

On this night, the convoy from the Yao Clan stayed in a relay station to the south of Burial River. They were only two hundred meters from Burial River, so Yao Zhen asked Chen Ping'an to accompany him to the river to enjoy the scenery and relax his mind.0

Just now, they had dinner and enjoyed a local specialty. The carp from Burial River were top-notch; they had golden scales and crimson fins and they didn't taste too fishy, whether they were steamed, cooked in sweet and sour sauce, or braised in soy sauce. They were incredibly tasty, to the extent that they were used as offerings to the imperial court of the empire.0

However, it was a shame that the renowned water god temple of Burial River was located quite some distance away from the relay station, about 150 kilometers. Many literati from a number of different nations left their precious thoughts and poems on the walls of the water god temple, and the earliest writing on the walls could be traced back six hundred years. 0

Moreover, many renowned literati from different generations would reply to each other's poems or thoughts, beautifully complementing each other's works. Of course, there were also subtle competitions between literati using the same topics and genres, and there were also remarks and comments left by famous literati from future generations. 5

This caused the water god temple to shine with the dazzling brilliance of literary talent. There was abundant scholarly fortune in the water god temple, and it surprisingly seemed even more abundant than the scholarly fortune in the Confucian temple located in Mirage City.0

They were split into three...0