344, The Great Scholar lectures, the Princely Heir enters the capital

To the east of Marine Road, adjacent to the East Sea, there towers the green mountain piercing the clouds.

Beneath the green mountain lies Martial Emperor City, which, over the past several hundred years, expanded from a small town.

Along the extended imperial road, Chai Keqiao, returning from a long journey, made his steps towards the city.

His hair disheveled, covered in dust and weariness.

Chai Keqiao stopped at the city gates, lifted his face—reddened and darkened by the sun—and suddenly broke into a wide grin, revealing his pearly white teeth:

"I'm back!"

There was no grand welcome, not even a glance.

It wasn't until Chai Keqiao stepped into the city, settled in a familiar inn, ate a meal, left a silver bar, and left with swagger,

that those martial artists from Jianghu, who came from all over to make pilgrimages at the foot of the green mountain, heard the news and came, only to find that the master's direct disciple had already left.