A month later.
On the official road in the morning.
A carriage swayed gently as it slowly traveled forward.
At the front of the carriage.
The old coachman sat in the driver's seat.
He looked relaxed and at ease, thinking that this was probably the easiest and most profitable job he had ever taken in his life.
The old coachman wore a smiling face, occasionally flicking the whip and tugging the reins.
He kept the carriage moving at a steady pace, avoiding jolts as much as possible so as not to disturb the young employer's cultivation in the rear compartment.
Inside the rear compartment.
The young employer in black sat cross-legged on the bench with his eyes closed in cultivation. A faint black-and-white glow radiated from his body, forming a perfectly balanced Taiji Diagram.
Black-and-white specks of light continuously appeared in the surrounding air and flowed into the young man's body.
The carriage was ultimately just an ordinary carriage, and its axle structure provided poor shock absorption.
Although the old coachman did his best to maintain a steady pace, the carriage still inevitably jolted whenever it passed over potholes.
Yet no matter how much the carriage swayed, the young man's body remained perfectly steady, untouched in the slightest, as though some invisible force kept him in absolute balance.
The young man in black was none other than Ye Qifeng.
The old coachman turned to glance at the carriage compartment, his face filled with surprise and respect.
He had never expected this young employer to be an Inspection Deacon of Spirit Hall.
Throughout this journey, he had driven the carriage and carried the young employer from place to place.
Nearly every time they reached a city, town, or village, the young employer chose to stop for a while.
Then he would