Shen Siyuan took off his Mortal Shoes and Socks, changed into a plain white Taoist robe, and the smoke of the journey faded away with the light flutter of his clothes.
He walked barefoot on the blue stone slabs of the Han Zhong Suburb, gathering a strand of Spiritual Power at his fingertips, letting it spread along the veins of the ground, feeling the breath of the mountains and rivers.
The Shu Road from Han Zhong to Bazhong was the ancient throat that connected Sichuan and Shaanxi. Although there is now a highway, the real ancient Shu Road remains hidden in the deep mountains, containing the most primitive dangers and grandeur.
"Let's go," Shen Siyuan whispered.
Behind him, Xiao Yue, Duoduo, and Dou Dou turned into light smoke and followed closely.
They did not choose the flat highway, but, guided by ancient records, stepped onto the ancient Shu Road that had been sealed by the dust of ages.
