The streets were lined with vendors, their stalls displaying a dazzling array of trinkets. The rising and falling cries of the hawkers filled the entire town with a lively, down-to-earth atmosphere. It was a stark contrast to the ethereal, fairyland-like scenery within the Xuanzhen Sect on Fushan Island.
Yang Jing and Sun Ningxiang walked along the bluestone path, their gazes sweeping across the shops on both sides of the street. Before long, they were heading towards the center of the town.
The meeting place mentioned in the letter was called Stone Horse, simply because a stone-carved steed, over three men tall, stood there. Its posture was proud and spirited, and it was so lifelike that over time, it became a well-known landmark for everyone in town.
When the two were about a dozen paces from the Stone Horse, Yang Jing's eyes suddenly lit up. He immediately spotted the two figures standing beside it: Miss Jinlian and Liu Maolin.
