Creak. Creak. The two men were back on the road, their horses moving at a slow, steady pace, making the ride in the small cart feel easy and comfortable. They passed tall trees lining the path, their shadows casting sharp, shifting patterns on the ground as they journeyed home. The weather had shifted since their departure, and nature seemed to be alive with vibrant color. Flowers bloomed in full display, enhancing the beauty of the landscape. Butterflies fluttered gracefully through the air, their delicate wings shimmering. Birds sang from the treetops, some fluttering in the breeze, their wings spread wide as they danced in the sky. Above them, the sky was a clear, brilliant blue, streaked with wisps of clouds. A cool breeze rustled through the trees, casting ample shade and providing a welcoming relief. The biting cold that had clung to them for the past month and a half in the mountains was now gone, replaced by the soothing warmth of spring. In the small cart, Feng Shao re
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