Two carriages were travelling side by side along the official road. They weren’t moving very fast, and the servants of the Yu family were walking alongside them. The Yu family's ancestral home was not far away, and it would be faster for Zhao Jiuge and the Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery to walk. However, Yu Qingshan had to put on a show, and the two of them were too lazy to say anything.

The carriage was not very luxurious, but it was very spacious. When one sat in it, one wouldn’t feel it trembling at all. The dark yellow curtains were open, allowing one to clearly see the other carriage and the side of the road. Winter had just passed and the snow had melted, so everything was revived and the breath of spring had arrived. The greenery on both sides of the road was evidence to all of this.

In one of the carriage sat the Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery and his disciple. Yu Qingshan, his wife, and eldest son were also in that carriage. Conversation and laughter could be heard from inside. Zhao Jiuge was happy to have some peace and quiet, but Yu...