Lingchi Road.
Located at the southwestern border of Daqian, and further southwest, it was adjacent to a country named 'Dayue'.
This place had many forests and lakes, hence the name Lingchi Road.
On the official road, two Taoists, one tall and the other short, strolled along leisurely, the taller Taoist humming a tune, striding with his arms and legs spread wide, looking rather arrogant. The shorter Taoist, with a banner on his back, hung his head, seemingly somewhat discontented.
"Master, why didn't we listen to that family's words, stay, and live as admired immortals, eating and drinking spicy delicacies every day? Wouldn't that be delightful?"
The taller Taoist glanced back at the smaller one and shook his head, saying,
"Delightful? One cannot cultivate delightfully. Our faction relies on fortune-telling for people. It's easy for you to stay behind, but if you remain in one place, who will you read fortunes for?"