Baiyun Mountain was in sight right outside Pingshan Town. The mountain was desolated, and there were no official roads or travelers. Those who needed to travel for business or excursions always picked the other road. However, the scenery here was indeed much better than on the other route. The young boy laid in the shade underneath a large tree with a glass inside his mouth. He crossed his legs leisurely and freely. Others would think he was out with the cows, but the bright red wedding attire sold him out. He used the bright red clothes as a blanket and he was Qian Lu, the Young Master Qian who the servants were looking for.