This trip to Qingzhou was not a mad day-and-night journey for Li Qing; it was more like sightseeing.
They passed through several cities along the way and spent more than ten days before finally nearing Qingzhou's border.
"Master Li, Jingyang City is up ahead."
The coachman's voice carried into the carriage, reminding Li Qing that they had already reached the borders of Qingzhou.
Jingyang City was the southernmost city in Qingzhou. It could not be called particularly prosperous, but in impoverished Qingzhou, a city like this was already considered quite wealthy.
Hearing this, Li Qing lifted the carriage curtain and looked toward the distant city ahead.
The carriage rolled down the official road, kicking up clouds of dust. Behind it, a young tiger followed, running wildly alongside the carriage.
They were about to enter the city. To avoid the disturbances it had caused in several previous cities, Li Qing decided to call Rice Bucket back into the carriage.
He placed his fingers to his lips and blew a clear, lingering whistle.
"Roar!" Hearing the whistle, the tiger cub quickly reacted and raced toward the carriage.
As it charged, wind and sand swirled up in its wake.
Though still young, it already carried some of a fierce tiger's imposing aura, startling the horses into restless agitation.
The coachman went through no small amount of trouble before barely managing to control the frightened, restless horses. Only after the tiger cub leapt into the carriage did they finally settle down.
After traveling through dust and wind for so many days, the tiger cub's satin-like fur had long since dulled, stained with quite a bit of dust.
A hint of helplessness and disdain showed in Li Qing's eyes. As he patted the dust from the cub's body, great clouds of dust shook loose with