Dayue Lake, situated in Yizhou, connects to Lushan in the north.
During June and July, Lu Yuque passed through here, the lakeside blossomed into a sea of flowers, intertwined with gesang and red polygonum, swans gather on the lake surface.
At this time of year, only the green stems are present, a cold wind blowing, Elder Hu led her flying over the grass, leaving no trace except for a few sways.
In fact, no traces were left along the way, each leap nearly seemed as if their feet never touched the ground, on small pebbles, and on grass branches, spanning a few meters with just a slight tap.
Lu Yuque rarely paid attention to these things before, but now she felt a long-lost sense of relief, finally not having to expose her weary steps or leave behind galloping hoofprints. It turns out a person's trail can be erased.
In an instant, the three fell into the grassy thicket, landing in a hollow, already out of sight from the main road.
