Past Ling Mountain, instantly winter arrives.
Lingnan Dao was still in the bleak autumn wind, but as soon as Lu Zheng and Liu Qingyan emerged from Ling Mountain into the Earth Realm's Rongzhou territory in Lingbei Dao, they could already feel winter approaching.
Drizzling rain, piercing cold wind.
"Going further north, I suppose it will snow soon." Liu Qingyan held Lu Zheng's hand, strolling in a small county town in Rongzhou.
Lu Zheng held an oiled paper umbrella, walking shoulder to shoulder with Liu Qingyan along a riverside street.
By the riverbank are shops lining the street, and boats ferrying within the inland river.
Every few steps, there's a willow tree planted, its branches swaying in the wind, accompanied by the pattering rain, the breeze, and the water mist, giving Lu Zheng a feeling of strolling in a hazy, rainy Jiangnan.
"Honestly, filming a movie here would be genuinely natural!"
"What are you saying? Filming a movie?" Liu Qingyan looked at Lu Zheng curiously.
