Riding his horse swiftly along the country path amidst the gentle spring breeze, Zhang Yuan advanced.
This was the Outer Ruins, with the Ruins City being three to four dozen miles away, surrounded entirely by farmland and rural estates.
It was the season of spring plowing, and farmers laboring diligently were a common sight in the fields.
It was these inconspicuous and humble individuals, through their hardworking toil, who cultivated the crops that prevented tens of thousands living in and outside Ruins City from starving.
The spring breeze caressed the fields, rice seedlings swayed, and the air carried the scent of soil and fresh grass.
The Cyan Horse under Zhang Yuan slowed its pace, careful not to trample the newly sprouting rice paddies.
Woof woof!
A White Fine Dog overtook it with barks, leading the way for Zhang Yuan ahead.
Meanwhile, the Hawk perched on Zhang Yuan's shoulder tilted its head disdainfully, its sharp eyes fixed forward.
