In the outskirts of Yinliao, the clouds were thick and low on the ground. Cold wind blew through the treetops, and it was about to rain.
. There is a large mountain in front of me, steep and densely wooded. On the mountain road, a young man carried a pair of dusty bags on his back.
Nang silently walked southward.
This young man is in his 20s. He wears a bamboo hat and a coarse cloth. It seems that he has been dressed for a while and has patches on his head.
Ding, the cloth shoes under his feet have worn out the toes, and besides the luggage, there is a long sword on his back...