Desert, yellow sand. A group of people and horses surrounded a brocade sedan, moving forward with difficulty against the howling north wind.
"This is it." The leader of the bay horse... Oh no, it was the person on the horse said. The man was dressed in black attire, with starry eyes and sharp eyebrows, and he looked quite handsome.
"Lord, please get off the sedan." The man in black clothes on the maroon horse turned over and dismounted, cupping his fists. A soft response was heard from the brocade sedan. Hearing the sound, the man in black clothes stepped forward and opened the curtain of the sedan.
"Lord." All the men in black got off their horses and saluted a young man in white who walked out of the sedan chair. The young man in white nodded slightly and looked forward...
Everyone followed his gaze and saw a two-story building, dilapidated and simple, with a wooden sign embedded between two huge lanterns hanging in front of the door - it was bright and spotless. Everyone took a closer look - it read:
Flower Inn