Bab 805: Wind From the East

Eastern Plains.

Rhode held the reins and was entranced by the picturesque scenery. Not only him, but Anne and Lize also held their breath as they gazed ahead at the majestic waterfall gushing from above and the water vapor turning into clouds that barely concealed the entrance to the valley. The green bamboo forest on both sides of the path rustled in the wind and looked as though an exquisite, tranquil painting that captured everyone's eyes.

The entrance to the Eastern Plains was between the valleys and also the only way for them to communicate with the outside world. However, the path was uneven and narrow and could barely fit two chariots driving side by side at once. The path made of slab and bricks extended all the way into the mysterious fog in the distance.

"Look, look, Leader."

Anne rode the horse ahead and touched the bamboo before her. She turned to Rhode curiously, waving her hand.