The setting sun looked like a blood-red ball. Its afterglow seemed to have smeared the vast sky with an intense bright-red color.
There was a large lake beside a wide main road.
The slanting rays of the setting sun fell upon the surface of this lake, and a faint golden light reflected from it… as if it were a mirror. The soft breeze that often blew across the lake set off sparkling waves on the translucent water surface.
A clatter of horses' hooves was heard far down the main road at this moment.
It was followed by hundreds of horse-riders who galloped over while raising layers of dust. The person at the forefront of this group was a grey-robed man; he had a thin stature.
The man looked at the color of the sky. Then, he stretched out his hand, and pulled the reins.
The people behind him also pulled their reins, and stopped their horses successively when they saw this.