Several days later.
At dusk, when the sun was yet to set in the west, red clouds were illuminated by the dying light, looking like they were dyed in blood.
The Shen family had finally left Qianhua County, known for its incessant rain, crossed through Yuqian Mountain Pass, and entered Yuyin County.
Unlike usual, Shen Luo was not cultivating inside the carriage but drove the carriage himself, letting the young coachman who had been driving for him for more than half a month sit on the other side for a change.
The coachman's name was Wang Yuan, the son of the Shen Family's former steward. His entire family stayed in the city when it fell, and only after pleading and begging from the old steward was Wang Yuan brought along.
"Master Shen, is that Yuqian Mountain?" Wang Yuan pointed at a faint and dark silhouette of mountains from afar and asked.
"Yes, it is." Shen Luo glanced and nodded in acknowledgment.
