The caravan traveled at a moderate pace.
With eleven wagons and around two hundred people, a procession like this could not move fast even if it wanted to. Even if everything went smoothly and they needed no detours, factoring in rest stops and resupplying along the way, they probably would not reach the Black Lion Kingdom until close to the Yulan Festival.
Speaking of the Yulan Festival, Loa had not properly celebrated it in years. He had spent the last two New Years in the Magical Beast Mountain Range, surrounded by ice and snow. With danger lurking everywhere in the mountains, staying alive was good enough. Who had the energy to celebrate?
During his years in Fenlai City before that, he had attended once. The Radiant Church had held a grand celebration, a huge affair packed with people, but after going once, he had no desire to go again-he disliked the atmosphere. The brainwashing was far too heavy-handed.
The Holy Union was the Radiant Church's territory, and things were probably much the same in the Dark Alliance, just with a different master: the Dark Church. Different packaging, same contents.
But that was not his concern.
"Loa! Young Loa!" Myron's voice came from outside the wagon. "Stop cultivating. Come on out!"
Loa opened his eyes and sighed.
Over these two months, he had come to understand Yale's second uncle. Myron was meticulous and thorough when handling business, but he certainly knew how to have fun, too. Whenever he had free time on the road, he would drag Loa into a card game.
"Coming." Loa stopped cultivating, stood up, lifted the curtain, and climbed down.
A small table had been set up beside the wagon. Myron was already seated there, a deck of cards in front of him and several plates of