บท 210: The Gates of Nanshan

As the sun dipped toward the horizon, casting a warm orange hue over the land, Xu Feng and Bai Mo rode their horses down the familiar path leading to the Nanshan estate. The late afternoon bathed the surrounding landscape in a golden light, igniting the leaves of the trees in a vibrant display of colors, creating an ethereal atmosphere.

The air was crisp and filled with the scent of pine, carrying the sounds of rustling leaves and the occasional song of a bird as the forest gently whispered its secrets. 

The path they followed was lined with ancient trees, their sprawling branches forming a natural canopy overhead, filtering the sunlight to create a dappled pattern on the ground.

Xu Feng's stallion, its grey coat glistening in the fading sunlight, moved with an easy grace, its hooves lightly kicking up dust from the trail.