Qu Shui Village lies east of Qu Shui, backed to the north by Zi Yun Mountain.
From the heights of the mountain, one can gaze downward and see the smoke rising between the thatched eaves and gray tiles, along with the golden waves of rice cascading in layers akin to terraces.
"With autumn harvest approaching, this time of year is never calm."
Zhao Zhonghe walked along the country dirt road; some farm households were already tidying the edges and corners of their fields, preparing for the formal autumn harvest and planting in August.
"Why worry, sir? Recently, many good hands from the Mirror Department have come to sit in the Jin Sect, rumored to be skilled individuals. Who would dare cause trouble at this critical juncture?"
"Mirror Department..." Zhao Zhonghe narrowed his eyes, intending to say something, suddenly caught a glimpse of a large man in yellow standing on the ridge ahead.