"Faster."
"Please go a little faster, thank you."
A Yao's fingertips were trembling. From time to time, the carriage filled with stray noises from her pipa knocking against her hands.
"What did you say?!"
"Please go a little faster, thank you." A Yao raised her voice a little, but only a little.
"We're already going fast. Stop rushing me. What if we hit someone?"
The driver knew he was carrying a somewhat wealthy ordinary person, not a spirit cultivator, and an ugly one at that. Naturally, his temper was none too pleasant.
"S-sorry..."
A Yao shrank her head back, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz. She had no idea whether the driver had heard her.
This journey was far too long, as though it had lasted an entire century.
When the carriage came to a screeching halt, a bang sounded inside the compartment, followed by even more noise.
Before long, A Yao emerged bent over, clutching her pipa, one hand covering her forehead and her brows tightly furrowed.
"Thank you."
She handed over a bag of Spirit Crystals, not daring to look too closely at the driver's face. Aunt Xiang had once told her that even her eyes could invite disaster.
"Take care. Won't see you off."
The driver weighed the money pouch in his hand and chuckled, watching his passenger leave. Staring at that slightly graceful back, he smacked his lips. "That ass is big and round, nice and plump, nice and perky..."
Not far away, A Yao shuddered and quickened her pace.
"What a pity she's an ugly freak."
"Otherwise, today, Old Zhao's Little Zhao could've had some fun too..."
After getting down, A Yao first found a patch of shadow to hide in. Soon, she spotted the signboard reading "Dong's Tea Shop" outside the tea