The Road Has a Son

Shu.

After spring began, several bouts of spring rain had washed over the road, making it difficult to travel.

Old Yellow Ox's hooves sank deep and shallow into the muddy path.

Verdant Green Maiden had already left Tai Ping Daoist temple.

The ten years she had set had long passed, even overshot by three years. Though Tai Ping Daoist temple no longer enjoyed its former prosperity, it had come back to life over these thirteen years, with quite a few daoists cultivating within its walls.

This was what she had done for Min Shu.

And for all those people from Tai Ping Daoist temple's past.

As for its future—

Verdant Green Maiden could not concern herself with that much. She was not Tai Ping Daoist temple's nanny alone.

"Thinking too much is pointless."

"Whoa!"

"When spring comes, rain falls! Brother Ox, walk slower."

"Moo."

Old Yellow Ox shook his head.

Verdant Green Maiden turned around, her back to Brother Ox's head, bracing both hands against its back as she watched the string of hoofprints stretching away behind them, her body swaying with its gait.

"Spring rain drizzles, the road runs long; break willow branches, send off the homebound maiden."

"Not going home, not going home!"

"When can I go home?"

"..."

When could she go home?

She did not know either.

"Brother Ox, do you know what place lies ahead?"

"Moo."

Old Yellow Ox shook his head.

Verdant Green Maiden clicked her tongue. "You don't even know that. What use are you?"

"Moo?"

"I don't know either! If I knew, why would I ask you?"

Verdant Green Maiden said it as though it were only natural.

Unfortunately, the map of Shu Gao De had given her back then was already outdated! Who knew what was wrong with the emperor? All