Chapter 143: The Sword as a Beacon! (8.266k)_5
After Quan Ziju finished speaking, the complexions of the three men had slightly changed.
Dongfang Bubai had created a situation where everyone felt endangered.
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Outside the gate, no one asks about the fallen flowers; the green shade lingers across the horizon. Where the orioles cry themselves silent, in the spring grass by the pond, I alone listen to the frogs.
In the late spring season, the weather had warmed up.
On the day of Qingming, a light rain fell in Hengyang.
Zhao Rong broke off a willow branch and placed it at the doorway in remembrance of Shennong.
On the main road, travelers were everywhere, many of them adhering to the tomb-sweeping custom, carrying paper sacrifices and candles to their ancestors' graves to burn in homage.
The Hengshan Sect also paid respects at the ancestral temple.
Zhao Rong then went to Dan Zhao Pavilion to look for Uncle Lu.