Inside the bundle were several thin pancakes sprinkled with sesame seeds and spread with sauce, along with a few pieces of dried meat.
Zhao Er had no interest in the dried meat. During his time in the forest, he had eaten so much of it that he was sick of it. He even still had plenty of dried variant beast meat on him.
But the fragrance of the sauce-coated, sesame-sprinkled pancakes made his mouth water.
Zhao Er picked up a pancake and took big bites.
Looks like these candidates who secured Dragon Ascension places aren't all that important to the prefecture...
As an outsider, Zhao Er saw things clearly. Since he had not secured a Dragon Ascension place, he could analyze the situation objectively. Judging by this convoy, rather than escorting the candidates to the prefecture, it seemed the prefecture was having them help escort supplies while making their own way there.
Seeing that the Dragon Ascension candidates from the county towns had yet to reach the prefecture, Zhao Er felt no urgency about reaching the Martial Academy either. He took in the scenery as he followed the convoy at an unhurried pace.
Gradually, Zhao Er discovered that he was not the only one following this convoy. Quite a few small caravans and lone travelers were also trailing it toward the prefecture. They simply kept farther back than he did.
Clearly, they all hoped to borrow the convoy's deterrent power.
Is the world really this chaotic? Without the deterrence of the Martial Academy or a high-level martial artist, caravans can't even travel? Or is traveling just that dangerous?
Zhao Er also caught a whiff of something unusual in all this.
Supplies being transported from the county towns to the prefecture needed to fly the banners of the Martial Academy or