South of Nanyue City lay the Second-Grade Sishui State Boundary.
The Sishui River connected the territory from end to end.
Its winding waters followed the rivercourse, murmuring as they flowed into the distance.
When Mo Hua grew tired from drawing Array Techniques, he lifted the curtain and poked his head out to look at the green mountains, clear waters, and misty waves outside, feeling his heart open and his spirit soar.
After looking for a while, he drew his gaze back and settled properly inside the carriage.
Outside the carriage, Old Kui cracked pine nuts, listening to the sound as he drove.
Inside the carriage, Bai Zisheng was meditating in cultivation, while Bai Zixi was quietly reading.
Mr. Zhuang leaned against a woolen blanket, eyes closed in a light doze, his bearing elegant and at ease.
But his aura had grown even fainter.
Mo Hua frowned, his heart full of worry.
Ever since they had left Nanyue City, Mr. Zhuang's body seemed to have worsened day by day. Though his gaze was still as gentle and unrestrained as ever, his complexion was clearly poorer, and the time he spent resting each day had grown longer.
Mo Hua had asked Mr. Zhuang whether he felt unwell.
Mr. Zhuang had merely stroked Mo Hua's head and said with a smile that he was fine, telling him not to worry.
But his aura did not seem fine at all.
Mo Hua could only sigh inwardly.
It was now the hour of Wei; noon had passed, and the bright sunlight made people drowsy.
So Mo Hua brewed a pot of tea.
The tea leaves were a gift from Elder Su. The tea liquor was fresh and tender, with a mellow taste. Mo Hua added some spirit herbs, mountain ginseng, and jade dates, which could