The lofty pavilion of the Teng King towers over the river islet, jade pendants and tinkling chimes fall silent as the revels end.
As one of the three great towers of Jiangnan, Tengwang Pavilion was the first stop on Lu Chenzhou's journey of seeking wonders and visiting ancient sites; the Divine Chariot landed ostentatiously on the banks of the Gan River.
All eyes turned, sweeping over.
"What a handsome ride."
"That's a plane."
Ordinary folk had never seen such a conveyance before, and gathered in curiosity to watch.
Lu Chenzhou, long spear on his back, gazed up at the ancient Tengwang Pavilion.
Mountains and rivers fill the seat, spectacular and unique.
For this distant journey, Lu Chenzhou kept a calm heart. If he could gain Dao Essence and elevate his Boxing Realm, so much the better; if not, he would still broaden his knowledge and magnanimity—this journey would not be in vain.
In fact, he was not the only Martial Artist here.
"Lu brother?"
