It was said that Yan mountains were on a dragon’s vein; rising from west at the Yang River, and at the east linking the Shanhai Pass, they faced the Taihang mountains across the waters. To the east of the Yan mountains was Mount Wuling; Li Shiyi, because of A Yin, had a bit of a relationship with this place, and somewhat took into consideration her complexion, but, seeing that her expression was as lively as usual, relaxed a bit. The Chaohe River meandered like a dragon’s spine, and was one of the ones which wound around the Yan mountains; the mountain range wasn’t very high, and now, waking from hibernation, had sporadic greenery. Following around the Chaohe River halfway, arriving at Gubeikou, the Hun’ce Command that Tu Laoyao held in his hand began to make faint movements, a bit like a chick which had recently broken out of its shell and was pecking at feed, lightly jolting over and over. Li Shiyi and the others got out at the south side of Gubeikou Village, and asked for the locati...