Time flew by, and the Osmanthus Month had arrived.
On Starlight Island, the autumn mood was at its height.
Outside the Cold Ice Cave, the sky was high and the clouds were light.
Shen Xuan and Qin Yuehan shared the saddle of the Silver-Horned Celestial Horse, slowly riding along the main avenue of the Immortal City.
No ceremonial escort, no attendants.
Only two people on one steed, the crisp sound of hooves shattering the morning light over the whole city.
Wherever the Silver-Horned Celestial Horse passed, a hundred zhang ahead, passersby all halted.
They straightened their clothes, composed their faces, and bowed in salute.
The long street was silent, with only the sound of the morning breeze brushing against their robes.
From the Cold Ice Cave to the West City Gate was but a few dozen li.
The Silver-Horned Celestial Horse took a full hour to traverse it.
All along the way, there was utter silence.
