The street was littered with cow, sheep, and horse dung all mixed together, half yellow, half green, a horrible stench filling the air. Long Yanrui, too tall, stuffed a fried bun into his pouch and stayed in the shadows, not following closely.
Long Eying sidestepped the filth, a wind-blocking gauze wrapped over her face, half-hidden behind Liang Qu, her nose wrinkling slightly.
“You won't budge when called around Peaceful Sun, but once you reach Hantai Prefecture, you think of strolling the streets?”
“Taking a distant trip is a rare chance. Gotta soak in the local flavor as much as possible.”
The road stretched wide under the sky. Liang Qu glanced left and right, drawing the attention of passersby.
“Strange, how come there isn't...”
“What should there be?”
“Some clueless young noble, of course.”
“Why would someone like that just appear out of nowhere?”
“That's how it's written in the books.”
His confusion unanswered, only growing deeper, Long Eying couldn't follow the logic behind it.
“Which book? What does it say?”
Liang Qu pulled back his sleeve and brought out a book. The binding was excellent, the stitches dense and perfectly aligned. Long Eying took the book, only to flip it over and see the cover.
Supreme Heavenly Calamity: Legend of the Asura Dragon King.
“...”