The thirty-third year of the Zun'an Era.
January 16th.
Shuzhou, Jiayang City.
Tonight, a Full Moon hung high in a cloudless sky.
The Lantern Festival had just ended, but a festive air still lingered on the streets. On the city's canals, many children had folded paper boats, placing small, drum-like lanterns upon them before letting them drift away with the current.
From high above, the faint red glow of the candles on the river looked like a shimmering galaxy.
On a three-story pavilion, Zheng Xiu sat cross-legged. At this moment, he was Machoman Zheng Shan.
The group had split up to gather information. The Shuzhou region was vast, and trying to find a lost painting within it was like searching for a needle in a haystack.
Although he was separated from Yue Yan and the other two, Zheng Xiu had just logged into his alt account and headed straight for the Feng Bei Post Station. He knew Feng Bei was nearby.
He couldn't get far from Feng Bei, anyway.
