I was a mineral prospector in Chengdu, who transmigrated into the body of a mortal sword immortal.

The footsteps on the bluestone slabs were so light they were almost inaudible.

Li Bai's figure blended into the deep night of Chengdu, like a drop of water merging into a river, leaving no trace. The back alley returned to silence, save for the mournful sound of the wind whistling through the narrow passage and the faint sound of the watchman's clapper in the distance. The moonlight still shone coldly on the high walls of the Yang mansion, and on the window of the maid's room, which had now fallen into darkness.

Meanwhile, in a guest room on the second floor of the Yuelai Inn on the other side of the city wall, the oil lamp was relit.

The dim light cast swaying shadows on the walls. Li Bai sat at the table, on which lay a simple map he had bought from the innkeeper—drawn on rough hemp paper with varying shades of ink, marking the main roads, post stations, mountains, and rivers from Chengdu to Chang'an.

His finger pressed on the word "Chengdu" on the map, his fingertip turning slightly white.

The two thin pieces of paper in his arms felt warm to the touch through his clothes, as if they still carried the warmth and tear stains of the girl who had written them. Li Bai didn't take them out to look at them again—there was no need. Every word of those poems was etched deep into his mind, overlapping with Yang Xiaohuan's tearful eyes in his memories of his past life.

"Red walls separate us from the world... my body is like a willow catkin..."

He read those two sentences aloud, his voice ringing out clearly in the quiet room.

The flame of the oil lamp flickered.

Li Bai closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The inn room was filled with the smell of old wood, the acrid smell of burning cheap lamp oil, and the dampness of the night dew drifting in from outside the window. These smells mingled together, yet they made him unusually clear-headed.

Can't wait any longer.

He took out the two sheets of paper from his pocket, carefully unfolded them, and laid them flat next to the map. Under the dim light, the delicate handwriting seemed to float slightly on the paper. Every turn, every pause, revealed the writer's state of mind at the time—reluctance, longing, despair, and that last glimmer of hope.

"I wish I could transform into a blue lotus petal, drifting on the wind to your side..."

Li Bai's fingers gently traced the words, the rough texture of the paper gliding between his fingertips. He remembered that in his previous life, in the secret realm of Mount Shu, the high priest of the Western Mausoleum Divine Kingdom had said: "The blue lotus, rising from the mud yet remaining unstained, washed by clear ripples yet not seductive, is a thing of utmost purity and cleanliness. If only I could truly transform into a blue lotus petal..."

He shook his head, dismissing the thought.

Now is not the time for sentimentality.

His gaze returned to the map. The straight-line distance from Chengdu to Chang'an was approximately 1,200 li. If traveling by official road, the actual distance was about 1,500 li. For ordinary carriages and horses, traveling 60 li a day was the limit, requiring more than 25 days. If a fast horse was hired and traveled day and night, it might be shortened to 15 days.

However, Yang Yuhuan had already been taken away for a month.

According to Yun'er, she was sent to a residence near the Yichun Courtyard in Chang'an to begin the palace selection process. A month is enough time to complete the initial screening, etiquette instruction, identity verification... and she may even have already entered the final selection stage.

Li Bai's finger moved slowly along the route on the map, starting from Chengdu, passing through Mianzhou, Lizhou, Xingyuan Prefecture, crossing the Qinling Mountains, entering Guanzhong, and finally arriving at Chang'an. His gaze lingered on the words "Qinling Mountains" for a moment—that was the most difficult section of the Shu Road, with high mountains, treacherous roads, and plank roads suspended in mid-air.

"Fifteen days...too slow," he muttered to himself.

The flame of the oil lamp flickered again, casting his long shadow on the wall.

Li Bai stood up and walked to the window. He pushed open the wooden window, and the night breeze rushed in, carrying the coolness of early autumn and the scent of the distant river. The streets of Chengdu appeared quiet and empty under the moonlight, with only a few lanterns swaying under the eaves in the distance.

He needs to be faster.

At the Foundation Establishment stage, the third-grade azure lotus within his dantian slowly rotated, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. True essence flowed through his meridians like a surging river, yet it was firmly bound within his body, not leaking an inch.

The art of controlling the wind.

The Shu Mountain tradition records that Foundation Establishment cultivators can fly at low altitudes for short periods, combining this with rapid land travel to achieve speeds far exceeding those of a horse. However, long-distance travel consumes a great deal of true essence, requiring the replenishment of elixirs or meditation along the way.

Li Bai turned back to the table and took out a small jade bottle from his bag. He uncorked it, and a faint medicinal fragrance wafted out—this was the "Rejuvenation Pill" he had refined in the Shu Mountain Secret Realm, made primarily from spiritual herbs grown there, capable of quickly restoring true essence. There were twelve pills remaining in the bottle.

He then took out three more talismans. They were made of yellow paper and cinnabar, with intricate runes drawn on them, and a faint spiritual energy flowed within them. These were "Swiftness Talismans," which, when attached to the legs, could greatly increase running speed, with each talisman lasting for two hours.

"Twelve Rejuvenation Pills, three Swift Travel Talismans..." Li Bai calculated, "If used properly, the journey might be shortened to... seven days."

Seven days.

A glint of light flashed in his eyes at that number.

But not enough.

He needed a more detailed plan—not just about getting there, but also about what to do once he arrived in Chang'an. Force his way into the palace? The thought flashed through his mind, but was immediately rejected.

The imperial palace was heavily guarded, teeming with experts. Even with his Foundation Establishment stage cultivation and the Azure Lotus Sword, he might be able to break in, but to bring a living person out of a sea of ​​soldiers and escape unscathed...

It's as difficult as climbing to heaven.

Moreover, what consequences would such an action have? The emperor would be furious, a nationwide manhunt would be issued, and war would erupt everywhere? The An Lushan Rebellion might break out prematurely, or even be more devastating. At that time, countless lives would be lost, people would be displaced, and where could he and Yang Guifei escape to?

Li Bai's fingers tapped the table unconsciously, making a rhythmic "tap, tap" sound.

Using the name of the "Poet Immortal" to influence public opinion?

He did indeed have some reputation in Chang'an. He Zhizhang called him a "banished immortal," Princess Yuzhen appreciated his talent, and friends like Du Fu and Wang Wei spoke up for him. If he could write a few poems and have them circulated, perhaps he could create some public pressure...

But what about time?

The dissemination of poetry takes time, and the development of its influence takes time. The selection of Yang Yuhuan, however, may be decided within the next few days or weeks. By the time public opinion takes hold, the matter will likely have already been settled.

Moreover, would those powerful figures—like Li Linfu and Yang Guozhong—sit idly by and allow a poet to disrupt their plans? They have plenty of ways to prevent poems from being circulated, or to distort the meaning of poems that are circulated.

Li Bai shook his head.

This approach is too slow and too passive.

So... sabotaging the selection process in secret?

His gaze sharpened. With her Foundation Establishment cultivation and the Shu Mountain swordsmanship, she might have a chance if she acted in the shadows. For example, perhaps she could infiltrate the residence and abduct Yang Yuhuan? But the residence would surely be guarded, and Yang Yuhuan would likely be constantly monitored. If she failed, not only would he fail to rescue her, but he would also solidify the charge of "plotting rebellion," making her situation even more dangerous.

Or, could an accident be orchestrated during the selection process? Could the eunuchs and female officials in charge of the selection make some "mistakes"? This is possible, but it requires extremely precise intelligence—the specific procedures, the personnel in charge, the time and place…

He is completely unaware of this information.

Li Bai leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

The oil lamp crackled softly as it burned, and the smell of lamp oil filled the air. Outside the window, the watchman's clapper sounded, signaling the fourth watch, long and desolate.

He realized a problem: strength alone is not enough.

In his previous life, as a geological engineer, he was accustomed to using data, logic, and feasibility analysis to solve problems. But now, he faces a complex web—imperial power, bureaucracy, etiquette, public opinion, interpersonal relationships… every node could potentially influence the final outcome.

He needs wisdom.

A strategy is needed.

What they need even more is... a foothold and connections in Chang'an.

A name came to mind.

Duan Qiniang.

The first woman he met after his rebirth was a famous courtesan from Pingkang Ward in Chang'an. She was loyal and righteous, well-informed, and had cultivated a wide network of connections throughout Chang'an, spanning all walks of life. More importantly, she had once expressed her true feelings to him.

If we can find her, we might be able to get the latest news from the court, as well as a safe place to stay.

Li Bai opened his eyes, and they were now clear.

The plan is gradually taking shape.

Step 1: Get to Chang'an as quickly as possible. Use the Wind Riding Technique, along with the Swift Travel Talisman and the Rejuvenation Pill, to try and arrive within seven days.

Step Two: Upon arriving in Chang'an, find Duan Qiniang immediately. Obtain specific information about the court's selection process from her—the procedures, timelines, responsible personnel, and the security situation of the accommodations.

Step 3: Develop a specific action plan based on intelligence. Whether it's covert sabotage, public pressure, or finding other breakthroughs... we'll decide later.

Step 4...

Li Bai's fingers gently pressed against his chest, where Yang Yuhuan's poem was pasted.

"We'll grow old together, like a simple house and a humble home..."

He repeated the poem in a low voice, his tone carrying an almost stubborn determination.

He had to try, no matter what.

Even if the road ahead is fraught with danger, or a den of dragons and tigers.

Outside the window, the sky began to lighten. A sliver of pale light peeked through the edge of the deep blue night sky. The distant crowing of roosters rose and fell, and Chengdu slowly awoke from its slumber.

Li Bai stood up and began packing his bags.

He folded the map neatly and tucked it into his robes. He carefully stored away the jade bottle containing the Rejuvenation Pill and the talisman for the Swift Travel Talisman. A few changes of clothes and some loose silver were packed into a small bundle. The Azure Nether Broken Sword, still wrapped in cloth, was carried on his back.

As for the Azure Lotus Sword...

With a thought, the third-grade azure lotus in his dantian trembled slightly. A beam of azure light shot out from between his brows and condensed in his palm into a three-foot-long azure blade—the blade was as clear as autumn water, lotus patterns were faintly visible on the spine, and a budding azure lotus was waiting to bloom at the hilt.

This is his natal flying sword, which he usually nurtures in his dantian and can summon at any time when needed.

Li Bai gazed at the sword in his hand, his fingertips gently tracing its blade. The sword felt cool to the touch, and a throbbing sensation connected to his very being. He could feel the power contained within it—the legacy of Mount Shu, the secret techniques of the Western Mausoleum Kingdom, fragments of the ancient Sanxingdui civilization, and the obsessions and emotions of his two lifetimes, all fused together.

"This time," he said softly to the sword, "we'll go together."

The Azure Lotus Sword trembled slightly, emitting a clear and melodious sword cry, as if in response.

Li Bai sheathed the sword in his dantian. A flash of blue light, and it vanished.

He took one last look at the room. The oil lamp was almost burnt out, the flame flickering weakly, casting its last rays of light on the wall. On the table, the two sheets of poetry had been folded up and kept close to his body.

I pushed open the door and went down the stairs.

In the inn's lobby, the innkeeper was dozing behind the counter. Hearing footsteps, he groggily looked up and asked, "Sir... are you leaving so early?"

"Check, please." Li Bai placed a piece of silver on the counter. "Keep the change."

The shopkeeper took the silver, weighed it in his hand, and smiled, "Thank you, sir. Where are you headed, sir?"

"Chang'an".

"Chang'an..." the innkeeper yawned, "That's a wonderful place, right under the emperor's nose, very prosperous. Have a safe journey, sir."

Li Bai nodded, turned around and walked out of the inn.

The morning mist had not yet dissipated from the streets. The cobblestone path was wet, reflecting the sunlight. Early-rising vendors had already set up their stalls, white steam rising from their steamers, carrying the aroma of noodles. A peddler carrying a load on his shoulder shook a rattle drum, the sound echoing through the empty streets.

Li Bai did not linger.

As he walked out of the Chengdu city gate, the soldiers guarding the city had just opened it and were sleepily checking the flow of people in and out. Li Bai mingled in the crowd and successfully left the city.

Outside the city, the official road stretched northeastward and disappeared into the morning mist.

Li Bai glanced back at the Chengdu city wall. The bluish-gray bricks and stones looked heavy and weathered in the morning light, and the two large characters "Chengdu" on the city gate were still faintly visible.

This city holds the memories of first encounters by the Jinjiang River, nights filled with poetry and wine, and vows made under the moonlight.

There were also partings.

He turned around and never looked back.

Within his dantian, the blue lotus slowly rotated. True essence surged from his dantian, flowing along his meridians to his legs. Li Bai took a deep breath and lightly touched the ground with his toes—

The person had already leaped three zhang away.

It wasn't running, but rather gliding. Each touch of the ground with the toes was only a light touch, and the body floated forward like a feather. The blue robe fluttered in the morning breeze, and the long hair flew behind the head.

The trees, fields, and villages on both sides of the official road quickly receded into the distance.

The speed is getting faster and faster.

Li Bai affixed a talisman to his leg. The cinnabar runes on the talisman glowed faintly, and a cool current flowed into the meridians of his legs. His speed increased again—now, his figure had transformed into a faint blue shadow, speeding past on the official road.

An early-rising farmer by the roadside looked up and saw only a shadow flash by, bringing a gust of wind that stirred the rice ears in the field.

"What just passed by?" The farmer rubbed his eyes, and when he looked again, the road was deserted.

Li Bai felt the wind whistling past his ears. The scenery on both sides blurred into a flowing color—green fields, yellow dirt roads, and gray distant mountains. The air was filled with the scent of earth, the fragrance of grass and trees, and the dampness of morning dew.

True essence is being consumed rapidly.

But he did not slow down.

In my mind, the route on the map clearly appeared: Chengdu to Mianzhou, 180 li. At this speed, I could arrive before noon.

The sun is rising higher.

Sunlight pierced through the morning mist, casting a golden glow on the official road and turning the dust on the surface golden. Fine beads of sweat appeared on Li Bai's forehead, and his breathing began to quicken. The light from the talisman on his leg gradually dimmed—two hours were almost up.

He estimated the distance and concluded that Mianzhou City should be just ahead.

Nearly 30% of his true essence was consumed.

Li Bai slowed down, took out a jade bottle from his robes, poured out a Rejuvenation Pill, and swallowed it. The pill melted instantly upon entering his mouth, transforming into a warm current that flowed down his throat into his abdomen, then spread throughout his limbs and bones. His depleted true energy began to recover rapidly.

He found a grove of trees by the roadside and stopped to meditate.

He sat cross-legged under a large tree, eyes closed, concentrating. The Azure Lotus slowly rotated in his dantian, absorbing the sparse spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The medicinal power of the Rejuvenation Pill flowed through his meridians, merging with the spiritual energy and transforming into pure true essence.

The forest was quiet. Only the rustling of leaves in the wind and the distant calls of birds could be heard. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

Half an hour later, Li Bai opened his eyes.

His true energy has recovered to 80%.

He stood up and dusted himself off. The talisman on his leg had completely lost its effectiveness, turning into an ordinary piece of yellow paper. He tore it off and pasted on a new one.

The runes lit up again.

Continue on your way.

The following days followed the same rhythm: traveling at full speed, taking pills to regulate breathing when true energy was depleted to a certain extent, and replacing the Swift Travel Talisman when it became ineffective. They traveled during the day, and at night, if they passed through a town, they would find an inn to rest; if they were in the wilderness, they would find a safe place to meditate and regulate their breathing.

The scenery along the way is constantly changing.

After passing Mianzhou, the terrain began to rise and fall. Mountains became more numerous, and the official road wound its way through them. Passing Lizhou, he saw the Jialing River—its waters turbid and swift, crashing against the rocks on both banks with a thunderous roar. Boatmen were punting across the river, their calls echoing through the valleys.

After passing Xingyuan Prefecture, the Qinling Mountains were already in sight.

That was a truly natural barrier.

Li Bai stood at the foot of the mountain, looking up. The mountains stretched endlessly, peaks upon peaks, clouds swirling around their waists. Here, the official road had become a plank road—holes drilled into the cliff face, wooden planks laid across them, barely wide enough for one cart to pass. On one side was a sheer cliff, on the other a deep abyss.

The wind blew through the canyon, making a mournful howling sound.

Li Bai took a deep breath and stepped onto the plank road.

The wooden planks creaked underfoot, some parts rotten, making each step a chilling experience. Below the abyss, the river roared and surged like a white ribbon. Looking up, the cliffs soared into the clouds, with ancient pines occasionally peeking out from the rock face, their forms rugged and strange.

Here, he could no longer fully utilize his wind-riding technique—the plank road was too narrow, and going too fast would easily cause him to lose control and fall off the cliff.

We can only proceed with caution.

Even so, his speed still far exceeded that of ordinary people. He circulated his Azure Lotus True Essence to his feet, each step was extremely steady, and his figure floated lightly on the plank road as if walking on flat ground.

Occasionally, caravans would come from the opposite direction, and upon seeing a flash of green shadow, they would be so frightened that they would cling to the rock wall, only daring to continue their journey after the shadow had passed.

"Was that... a person or a ghost?" A caravan worker asked, his face pale.

"Shut up!" the team leader snapped. "What strange things haven't happened in the Qinling Mountains? Let's get going!"

Li Bai ignored these things.

His entire focus was on getting on the road.

On the third day, he crossed the highest point of the Qinling Mountains. Standing atop the mountain, the biting wind howled, making his robes flutter. Looking out, the mountains rose and fell like ocean waves, and clouds swirled beneath his feet. In the distance, the Guanzhong Plain was faintly visible—a vast expanse of land, yellow and green, stretching to the horizon under the sunlight.

That place is where Chang'an is located.

Li Bai took out the last talisman of speed from his pocket and stuck it on his leg.

The runes glowed faintly.

He leaped off the mountain peak.

Instead of walking along the plank road, they leaped directly down the steep mountainside. Their toes lightly touched the rocks, their bodies swooping down like eagles, their blue robes billowing in the wind, their long hair flying. Gravel on the slope was kicked up and tumbled down with a crash.

The speed is getting faster and faster.

The wind howled in my ears, almost tearing my eardrums. The scenery on both sides blurred into a single blur, with only the plain below expanding ever wider in my field of vision.

True essence is being consumed rapidly.

But he did not slow down.

In the jade bottle, only three Rejuvenation Pills remained. He took one out and swallowed it; a warm current exploded within his body, barely sustaining him through the exhaustion.

As the sun set, he rushed out of the Qinling Mountains.

When his feet touched the solid ground of the Guanzhong Plain, the talisman on his legs turned to ashes and scattered in the wind.

Li Bai stopped and breathed slightly.

Looking back, the Qinling Mountains stretched out behind us like a massive barrier, the setting sun painting them a golden-red hue, majestic yet desolate. Ahead, the plains stretched as far as the eye could see, the crops in the fields beginning to turn yellow, and wisps of smoke rising from the village chimneys.

It is still 300 li away from Chang'an.

He found a stream and scooped up water to wash his face. The icy water stimulated his skin, dispelling the fatigue of the past few days. His face was reflected in the water—travel-worn, his eyes bloodshot, but his gaze was as bright and sharp as a cold star.

After a short rest, we continued our journey.

This time, he didn't use the Swift Travel Talisman, nor did he unleash his full power in the Wind Riding Technique. His true essence was being depleted too much, and he needed to conserve some for any unforeseen circumstances he might encounter upon arriving in Chang'an.

Even so, his speed was still quite fast.

As night fell, he passed through a small town. The town was small, with only one main street lined with shops and inns. Lanterns were already lit, casting a dim, yellowish glow on the street. From the taverns came the sounds of drinking games and boisterous laughter.

Li Bai did not linger.

He bypassed the market town and continued on his way along the country lanes.

The moonlight was beautiful.

The silvery moonlight bathed the earth, gilding the fields, trees, and distant mountains with a soft silver hue. A cool night breeze carried the scent of ripening crops. In the distance, the barking of dogs echoed, one bark after another, carrying far through the still night.

As Li Bai traveled, he pondered the specific steps he would take after arriving in Chang'an.

Finding Duan Qiniang was the top priority. But Pingkang Ward was the largest entertainment district in Chang'an, lined with brothels and hundreds of singers and dancers. Although Duan Qiniang was famous, he had some vague memories of which brothel she worked at—after all, that was more than twenty years ago.

Perhaps we could find an inn to stay at first, and then ask around.

But it takes time to find out.

Moreover, his current appearance... travel-worn and dusty, his clothes, though not exactly tattered, were covered in dirt. Looking like this, he probably wouldn't even be able to get through the gate of Pingkang Ward.

I need to find a place to wash up and change into clean clothes first.

There was still some silver left… He touched the money pouch in his pocket. Most of the loose silver he brought from Chengdu had already been spent on lodging and food along the way. What was left was probably only enough for a few days' stay in an ordinary inn in Chang'an.

We need to find a way to make some money.

These trivial questions surfaced in Li Bai's mind one after another. He suddenly realized that in his previous life, as a geological engineer, he was used to a life with a company, a salary, and logistical support. But now, he was just a lone cultivator venturing out into the world, and he had to rely on himself for everything.

However... this didn't stump him.

Within the Shu Mountain tradition, some minor spells can solve these problems. For example, the "Purification Spell," a simple incantation that can clean clothes and the body; or "Turning Stone into Gold"... No, that won't work; that's a high-level spell, and it violates the laws of nature. But perhaps there are other ways...

He continued on his way while pondering the situation.

On the morning of the fourth day, as the sun rose above the horizon, Li Bai stood on a high slope.

Ahead, a massive city slowly emerged in the morning light.

The city walls stand majestically, soaring into the clouds. The bluish-gray bricks gleam with a metallic sheen in the morning sun. Layer upon layer of towering gates, with their upturned eaves, resemble the spine of a colossal beast. The walls stretch to both sides, seemingly without end. Inside the city, the rooftops of palaces, the spires of pagodas, and the pavilions of markets rise in layers, appearing and disappearing in the morning mist.

Changan.

The capital of the Tang Dynasty, the central hub of the empire, and a place where all nations paid tribute.

Li Bai stood there and watched for a long time.

The wind swept across the fields, carrying the clamor of the distant city—faint voices, the sounds of carriages and horses, the tolling of bells and drums, all mingling together to form a vast and resonant background sound. A peculiar scent permeated the air: cooking smoke, dust, spices, livestock, and the complex aroma of countless people living together.

He had been to this city in his previous life.

At that time, he was the poet Li Bai, who wrote "Laughing loudly, I go out the door; how can we be mere commoners?" He gained the appreciation of Emperor Xuanzong here, and he also got drunk here, making Gao Lishi take off his boots and Yang Guozhong grind ink for him. In the end, he was "given gold and released".

At that time, he was young and arrogant, thinking that the world was so big that he could go anywhere.

And now...

He is no longer just a simple poet.

He is a sword immortal who returned from Mount Shu, a guardian who returned from a thousand years later, and an avenger who carries a poem written in the blood and tears of his lover.

Their states of mind are completely different.

Li Bai took a deep breath and strode towards Chang'an.

On the official road, the number of carriages, horses, and pedestrians gradually increased. There were farmers driving oxcarts into town to sell vegetables, merchants on horseback, peddlers carrying loads on shoulder poles, and officials' families riding in sedan chairs. The noise was deafening, with various accents mixed together.

The closer you get to the city gate, the more people there are.

Mingde Gate—the central and largest city gate on the south side of Chang'an. The gate opening was tall and deep, wide enough for five carriages to pass side-by-side. At the gate, soldiers were checking the flow of people in and out, their attitude stern but their movements swift.

Li Bai mingled in the crowd and walked slowly forward.

He looked up at the three large characters "Mingde Gate" on the city gate. The characters were powerful and vigorous, shining brightly in the sunlight.

Then, he stepped into the city gate.

Shadows descended. The city gate was dark, with only light filtering in from both ends. Footsteps, cartwheels, and voices echoed within, creating a buzzing resonance. The air smelled of dust, animal dung, and sweat.

After walking about twenty paces, the view ahead suddenly opened up.

The sunlight shone down again.

Li Bai stood inside Chang'an City.

Before us stretched a straight and wide avenue—Zhuque Avenue. The avenue was 150 paces wide, wide enough for twelve carriages to pass side-by-side. The road surface was paved with smooth bluestone slabs, worn smooth as a mirror by countless wheels, hooves, and footsteps. On both sides of the avenue were neat rows of walls, within which the rooftops of pavilions and the branches of trees could be vaguely seen.

The streets were bustling with traffic and crowds.

Nobles in brocade robes rode tall horses, slowly making their way in, surrounded by servants; foreign merchants led camels, their bells jingling; vendors pushed carts, hawking their wares; children played and frolicked among the crowds; women carried baskets, selecting goods on the street...

Bustling, prosperous, and full of life.

This is Chang'an during the Kaiyuan era, the largest and most prosperous city in the world at that time.

Li Bai stood by the street and watched for a moment.

Then he turned and walked east.

Pingkang Ward is located in the east of Chang'an City.