Yang Yongding, at such an age, was leaving the Western Regions without his father and brothers for the first time, and felt as unbridled as a horse let off its rope, acting at his own discretion with a certain sense of recklessness. His only hope was that the one-armed master beside him could be less strict, and not inspect his studies every day as usual—that would be ideal.
After entering the Central Plains from the Western Regions, instead of going to those mighty cities, the two of them headed directly towards Jiangnan Road. "Jiangnan Road, Jiangnan Road, how wonderful..." Yang Yongding muttered to himself, lost in thought as he looked out the window, propping his chin with his left hand and stirring the clear broth noodles in his bowl with chopsticks in his right hand.
While in the Western Regions, he had already heard much about Jiangnan Road.