In the deep forest, the path was long and shaded, with the sound of cicadas echoing through the summer day.

Originally, the horse was swift and strong, but unfortunately, neither of the riders was skilled in equestrian arts.

The two rode slowly, crossing the Luo River, passing through the maple forest, and by the time they reached the open fields, it was nearly dusk.

The setting sun dipped into the ravine, painting the sky a shy red.