The young man carried Sang Luo down a secluded and quiet palace path.
The irrelevant clamor slowly receded until it vanished completely. Colorful flowers and lush greenery intertwined, resembling a meticulously tended floral grove. Sunlight trickled through the gaps in the leaves and branches, casting dappled, fragmented shadows on the ground as the rich fragrance of flowers filled the air.
The pair passed through a large rose garden enclosed by a wooden fence and arrived at a white palace. It wasn't particularly large—a small traveling palace for temporary residence.
There were no servants or attendants inside the palace. It was kept very clean, without a speck of dust in the corners.
The young man was clearly the master of this palace. He brought out a fine spread of food to welcome his guest.
Smoked haddock, marinated oysters, grilled mackerel fillets, chicken pot pies... There was also a pot of freshly warmed floral tea and a platter of peeled and sliced fruit.
