Drizzling autumn rain, the distant mountains seem like they've been ink-washed.
Southwest of Chongqing Prefecture, several dozen miles away, the terrain becomes flat, and the unique purplish-red sandstone can be seen amidst the gaps in the foliage.
Looking around, it's an expansive view.
In the misty rain of a mountain village, it's as if one has arrived in Jiangnan.
"Gentlemen, ahead is Sha Pingli."
Beggar Liu San, wrapped in bandages and ointment, bowed as he said, "This place is far less prosperous than Ciqikou, but over the years, many people have moved here. If you pass through Sha Pingli and follow the official road, you can reach Zouma Town before dark."
He leaned on a crutch, with one foot hanging in the air, resembling Iron Crutch Li.
The evil beggars struck too viciously. Even though Wang Daoxuan treated him in time, saving his life, he was left disabled.
"Thank you."
Li Yan nodded and led the way forward.
