Despite the heavy thoughts weighing on her mind, she couldn't help but be enchanted by the beautiful scenery. Ning Xiaoxian murmured, "This really is a wonderful place."
Changtian uttered a "hmm" and said, "Everyone before you said the same thing; it seems you truly do like it here."
His words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly awakening her.
At this moment, a joyful procession turned the corner and meandered into view. The twelve people leading the procession held ceremonial copper poles, each engraved with different patterns. The middle section of the procession was entirely composed of young men and women: most of the men wore red, blue, and white short robes, baring their chest muscles, with baggy pants tied at the ankles; the women adorned in red with gold embroidery, some with shapely figures even baring their flat, white midriffs.
