Liang Qu stepped onto a majestic war chariot, flags fluttering. He held countless ropes, the ends tethered to ten thousand Heavenly Horses, followed by three colossal beasts: a bull beast as mighty as a small mountain, a fish with a forehead towering like a long-lived star, and a sheep beast with long flowing hair and the appearance of an elder.
Indeed, the very embodiment of blessing and prosperity in the ritual!
The chariot moved from west to east, reaching Qing Stone Street. The giant beasts flew over people's heads, ruffling travelers' hair and almost within reach.
"Aren't those all conjured by the Third Prince? Are mist beasts the offerings this year?" He Hanyu asked quietly, having visited Yixing and met the Third Prince, aware of its ability to create things with mist.
