"Get out."
He signaled the carriage to stop, intending to get down right there.
"I know I was wrong, I apologize."
Hua Ling spoke in a pleasing tone, mentioning that she had cultivated in her grotto-heaven for too long and had no friends since childhood. This time, having finally found a friend who shared life-and-death hardships upon venturing out, she wanted to chat a bit more.
However, Zhang Huan did not get off because of her words; a major reason was that he discovered this carriage wasn't heading out of the city at all, as they were on different routes.
Why stay on it then, delaying his own journey.
After a simple farewell, amid her reluctant gaze, Zhang Huan walked toward the city gate.
The capital of Yan Country was different from towns and villages, remaining open day and night, requiring only two copper coins to enter, while cultivators entered for free.
Outside the city gates, Zhang Huan boarded another carriage on the outskirts, heading in the same direction as his destination.
The Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land bordered Yan Country, so he only needed to travel along a fixed route, with towns of various sizes along the way for him to resupply and share rides.
The official roads used by merchants could save a lot of unnecessary trouble; as long as one had an official travel document, the journey would be completely unimpeded.
He had borrowed a little silver from Hua Ling, which, as long as he didn't spend extravagantly, he estimated would be enough to get him to his destination.
After passing through several months, Zhang Huan transferred between various wagon teams, encountering bandits along the way, though all turned out to be safe without mishap.
During this period of running around, he had actually trained himself to have