Those carriages were enormous. If combined with some... some piece of knowledge Wang Qi himself had forgotten, they would practically be a "little pickup truck."
Though Wang Qi now had no idea what a "pickup truck" was.
Four tall railings enclosed all four sides. Inside the cargo bed, many human-looking... people, whether True Persons in disguise or figures that were part of the illusion, were packed together. Perhaps because the carriages were limited, everyone had to stand. A group of children occupied the very center, with young and middle-aged adults spread through the middle layer. The elderly pressed against the sides of the carriage bed, standing carefully.
Perhaps because standing for so long had made them suffer, none of them looked well. Yet fear smothered every complaint.
Wang Qi swept his eyes over the carriage bed twice, then looked to the other side. He had landed precisely on the wooden board separating the cargo bed from the drivers.
Every carriage had three drivers, apparently taking turns at the reins. The lead driver, a middle-aged man, even possessed cultivation. He glanced at Wang Qi, his eyes still carrying a measure of surprise. "I didn't sense any change in the carriage's balance... Are you a Level Four Ranger?"
—If he were a Level Five Ranger, running on his own would be faster than a carriage. Only a Level Four Ranger would need to borrow momentum like this.
Wang Qi did not know what a "Level Four Ranger" was, so he could only give a deliberately mysterious smile. "Perhaps."
The driver cupped his hands, his expression turning respectful. "May I ask why this senior has boarded our carriage?"
Wang Qi did not know why he had insisted on getting on, either. He merely wanted to observe the changes in this illusion and judge