Song You walked forward.0

In the night, the starlight was faint, and he couldn’t actually see the grasses and trees by the roadside clearly, but there was no need to see them clearly.0

Everything was already in his heart…0

Plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum; pine, cypress, poplar, and willow.0

The alfalfa that the jujube-red horse loved to eat, the dandelion he had just picked today on Mati Mountain…Oh right, there were wild chrysanthemums blooming on that small path going up the mountain.0

Narcissus, Chinese rose[1], lotus, and Chinese peony[2].0

Mandarin oranges, pomelos, peas, and cucumbers.0

These familiar things...0

Song You turned his head to look at the old Swallow Immortal and asked again. “Are there people across the sea?”0

“Naturally, there are. Some places even trade with Great Yan or declare themselves our vassals.”0

“And other lands?”0

“Of course,” The old Swallow Immortal replied. “Not only are there people, but also prosperous dynasties. They just have different customs from this place. The people also look different, and they worship different gods.”0

“Do they also eat rice?”0

“Naturally not...” At this point, the old Swallow Immortal suddenly widened his eyes.0

“You have been to all the places swallows have...0