Creak, creak.
The carriage traveled along a road that was not particularly smooth, but still fairly wide.
Chen Mu leaned against the carriage wall, lost in thought.
This was the third day since they had left Qingshan County.
The novelty of first setting out had already been numbed away by the tedious journey.
Sitting in the carriage every day, watching the scenery constantly change, his body and mind were still overwhelmed by fatigue after enough time had passed.
Zhang Ye lifted the carriage curtain, one hand resting on the side of the carriage.
Five or six fine horses came galloping toward them. Several martial wanderers spurred their horses on, swiftly passing by their convoy.
Zhang Ye could not help saying sourly, "Another group going treasure hunting."
No one in the carriage paid him any attention. Who knew how many times he had already voiced his regret and jealousy.
"Uncle Zhang, if you want to go, then go," Cheng Ming said with a grin.
"Go, go, go. What does a child like you know?" Zhang Ye rolled his eyes.
Chen Mu turned to look at the few martial wanderers disappearing amid the dust.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the Qingshan County refugees following behind the convoy.
Some desperately fled, while others racked their brains to squeeze in.
"Who knows how many people will die."
Turning back, Chen Mu closed his eyes and ignored it all.
The distance from Qingshan County to Nanyang Prefecture was vast.
According to Jie Jia, even if everything went smoothly, the journey would take at least a month and a half.
"Such a long time cannot be wasted."
Chen Mu summoned the Gray Wall.
``` writing: 1666/10000/second tier;
Picture: 1533/10000/second tier;
Throwing: 7553/10000/Tier 3;
Red Falcon Body Tempering Technique: 5311/10000/Tier 3;
Culinary: 806/10000/second