C329 Drunken Fragrance House the Immortal Toppled

The early morning sun bathed the earth in a warm glow, casting a golden sheen over the lush greenery. Dewdrops sparkled in the sunlight, their colors refracting like tiny jewels, while the air carried a hint of refreshing moisture.

On the main road, the urgent sound of horse hooves echoed in the distance. Three riders on majestic steeds closed in swiftly, their hooves kicking up clouds of dust