Li Chuan raised an eyebrow. This was good stuff!
With this, he wouldn't waste all that time on the road.
He could practice martial arts and make money at the same time!
"Senior Brother Luo, you really get me!"
Luo Zheng laughed and cursed at him:
"If you couldn't practice martial arts, you'd act like it was the end of the world. Go on, get going. Don't stand there blocking my view!"
Li Chuan walked over to the medicine-delivery team and greeted a few people he knew.
But he noticed they no longer looked at him as casually as before. Now, they looked at him with respect.
Getting back to how things used to be was probably impossible.
Even when he smiled and chatted with them, they only dared to agree with him after carefully weighing every word.
Li Chuan shook his head. When the gap in status and standing grew too wide, even being friends became difficult.
After giving the others a few instructions, he climbed into the spacious carriage and practiced martial arts on his own.
"A carriage pulled by two horses really is different." The moment he sat down, Li Chuan could feel the difference.
It was roomy and remarkably stable, with hardly any jolting.
They had even thoughtfully provided dried meat, a jug of water, and some little cakes.
Li Chuan took a bite of an osmanthus cake and sighed:
"Being a Martial Scholar really is different. Even the treatment for delivering medicine is worlds apart from before."
But Li Chuan didn't lose himself in comfort.
He knew perfectly well that everything he had now came from his strength.
"Fists—only fists are the foundation!"
Li Chuan wrung every last drop out of each moment, never stopping for an instant.
Only when the carriage passed through Anning