Once he had made his decision, Duanmu Huai left Hangzhou with Wang Yuyan and headed for Wudang Mountain.
For Duanmu Huai, this distance was nothing, but Wang Yuyan couldn't keep up. After all, she was just an ordinary person who knew no martial arts. Fortunately, Duanmu Huai didn't make her walk. Back when he was in Azeroth, he had bought quite a few mounts. He had given the two best-looking foxes and cats to Ann and Mary, while keeping the rest for himself.
And now they finally came in handy.
Thus, Duanmu Huai decisively summoned a...sturdy Hiking Yak.
Hmm...
He had to admit, the whole picture was rather strange.
The yak was almost as large as a heavy truck, but it was very good at carrying things, and the sofa on its back was quite comfortable. Lanterns hung on either side, and there was even a parasol to shield them from wind and rain. Although the yak wasn't very fast, Duanmu Huai was aiming for a leisurely journey in the first place, so he didn't mind this minor drawback.
At present, Duanmu Huai was sitting in the main seat, lying beneath the parasol and yawning, while Wang Yuyan beside him gripped the railing excitedly and kept looking around.
After all, she had never seen any of these things, not even in books!
Of course, as the two of them traveled along the official road, they caused no shortage of chaos. Fortunately, ancient official roads were nothing like modern highways and national roads; most of the time, there was hardly anyone around. As for those they happened to encounter...well, all he could do was wish them luck.
Besides, most of ancient China consisted of undeveloped primeval forests, so they basically never saw anyone. Even if they encountered something like a tiger,