May 1st, early morning.
Outside Wulou Temple, horse hooves clattered weakly against the bluestone in front of the mountain gate.
A passerby, recognizing the man on horseback, greeted with a smile, "Master Tao is on break today? Why so listless?"
Tao Fen responded with a dry laugh, murmuring a couple of indistinct words.
Just then, a convoy of carriages came by, and as he glanced over casually, his spirits lifted suddenly, and he hurriedly reined his horse to the side.
The carriages stopped at the mountain gate, and two elegantly dressed women got off the carriage, surrounded by servants.
Tao Fen unconsciously craned his neck to watch.
The silks were like rosy clouds, her beauty surpassed that of flowers.
Tao Fen was lost in amazement.
Why is she so dazzlingly bright today?
In his daze, that radiant young girl had already entered the mountain gate with her mother.
Tao Fen hurriedly dismounted and followed.
