The sun sets in the west, the withered vines and dusk crows appear.
At the time of sunset smoke rises from cooking fires, there was hardly anyone on the official road.
From a distance, slow hoofbeats could be heard. Gradually, a procession came from the end of the road, with a carriage filled with various items at the end.
Mu Qingge rode at the front and looked at the distant city walls, which became magnificently beautiful under the setting sun, and couldn't help but say: 'Luodu, I've returned!'
This journey took them to the Holy Yuan Empire, then to the Rong Country, then to the Ancient Witch Country, returned to Li Country, and finally back to Qin Country. In all this going around, they had crossed through late autumn and cold winter, directly entering Luodu's early spring.
"It's been more than four months now. I wonder if your grandfather is doing well and if he can take care of himself." Mu Lianrong rode up beside Mu Qingge and sighed similarly.
