Bibi Dong's fingers stopped.
She did not pursue the thought.
Not because she dared not.
But because thinking about it was useless.
She could not even get through the door to the Great Thousand World.
"I hope the next time the Sky Screen chooses..."
Bibi Dong murmured softly, leaving the sentence unfinished.
But a glimmer flashed through her phoenix eyes, one even she was not very familiar with.
It was longing.
Within the Sky Screen.
The scene continued.
The Spirit Beast Carriage swayed along the main road for three days.
During those three days, Yu Xiaogang's job was hauling goods.
At every waystation, he had to jump down, unload the heavy bundles of medicinal ingredients, carry them into the station's storeroom to be registered, then carry them back onto the carriage.
Every bundle weighed at least thirty or forty jin.
He now had no Martial Soul, no Soul Power, and a constitution inferior to that of an ordinary, sturdy man.
After unloading the goods on the first day, both his arms were too sore to lift.
On the second day, his lower back began to protest too.
By the third day, he was practically dragging a pair of lead-filled legs as he walked.
But he never uttered a word of complaint.
Xiao Jiu saw it all. Though he said nothing, he increased Yu Xiaogang's steamed buns from two per meal to three.
Sometimes, when they stopped to rest, he would rummage through the bundles for a few leaves of lower-quality medicinal herbs and toss them to him to chew for a little pick-me-up.
"Don't waste them. Swallow them once you're done chewing. These are worth a few spirit-stone coins out there, at least."
Xiao Jiu said that every time, his tone thoroughly disdainful.
But Yu Xiaogang noticed that the