As the rain fell softly, willow branches swayed gently like smoke.
Outside Pingjiang City, a tumbledown temple sheltered a number of passersby who took refuge from the rain.
Men and women, old and young, carried bags from all directions, all seemingly heading towards Pingjiang City.
"That's bad luck; if I had known, I would've rented a horse carriage."
In a corner, a young man in brocade looked at the rain outside the door and muttered to himself.
Such heavy rain would not stop anytime soon.
In fact, they were only half an hour's journey away from Pingjiang City.
"I can only wait."
The young man in brocade felt somewhat helpless as this was his first time traveling alone. Originally, his family had arranged a horse carriage and servants for him, but he had refused them all.
He would conquer the vast world, and create his own destiny from this point on.