"You flatter me, Saintess. Those people outside have probably all been dealt with by now. You can rest easy."
Yang Qing smiled at Mo Beixing.
"Thank you, Young Master. Might I ask your name?" Mo Beixing said.
Yang Qing waved a hand. "No need. It was hardly any trouble."
Seeing that he intended to keep his distance, Mo Beixing did not take offense. After thanking Yang Qing again, she lifted the curtain and glanced outside.
"How far are we from the next town?"
"I don't know," Yang Qing said.
He truly did not know. Fen Liyou was the one more familiar with the terrain in this area.
Yang Qing simply saw no need to go out of his way to explain.
Mo Beixing lowered her eyes and said nothing more.
Yang Qing also sat quietly to one side. Jiang Zhizhou, who came in after dealing with the men in black outside, overheard their exchange and was rather surprised.
Although Yang Qing had a cold disposition, he had never acted quite like this before, practically driving someone away.
Still, surprised though Jiang Zhizhou was, he merely glanced at them before withdrawing again.
Their carriage continued onward, and soon night fell.
Originally, Yang Qing and his companions could have reached the next small town before dark, but the assassins' interception had delayed them.
Fortunately, Fen Liyou had prepared plenty of dry rations, and there was no shortage of firewood nearby. After nightfall, they built a fire and sat around it, skewering their rations on little sticks while chatting about anything and everything.
Mo Beixing was clearly fascinated by this sort of fireside conversation. Holding a piece of food toasted golden on both sides in both hands, she took careful bites while eagerly listening to Yang Qing and the others chat.
"Listening to