Travel was always irritating, especially when you were stuck in a carriage with nothing to do but watch the scenery flash past.
And if your phone ran out of battery, you could not even pass the time reading or listening to music.
Then it was no longer a journey, but a taxi ride straight to hell.
Of course, those big shots who particularly enjoyed riding in vehicles were another matter.
Tang San was naturally no exception. He had gradually begun to feel worn out, not from exertion, but from the restless irritation of having nothing to do with himself.
However, that weariness vanished after Yu Dashi gave him a particularly beautiful belt.
The belt was black all over, with twenty-four round, milky-white pieces of jade evenly embedded along its length, each only the size of an adult's thumbnail.
Tang San named it Twenty-Four Bridges Bright Moon Night.
If he added the line, "Where does the fair one teach the flute?" it would have been even more perfect.
It also contained supplies Yu Dashi had purchased, such as the white radishes a certain martial soul needed to eat to unleash its soul skills, along with some daily necessities.
Four hundred li was neither particularly long nor short, but even by nightfall, Tang San and Yu Dashi had yet to reach the Soul Hunting Forest. By Yu Dashi's estimate, they still had another hundred and twenty li to go.
"San, let's rest here tonight."
Tang San nodded and pitched a tent with Yu Dashi, settling in for the night.
The night was black as ink, its star-studded sky breathtakingly beautiful, as though the stars had fallen into the mortal world.
Tang San gazed at the stars through the tent's transparent roof, his thoughts drifting far away.
"I wonder what Xiao Wu is