Two brilliant suns hung in the sky, and the azure sky was exceptionally clear.
On a rather rugged and narrow mountain path, several carriages covered in oilcloth were slowly moving forward under the escort of a group of mercenaries.
As the breeze blew, one could catch a glimpse of the goods from the occasionally lifted corner of the oilcloth.
They were just ordinary spices and salt, nothing special.
At this time, due to the sheer cliff on one side of the road with no barriers, the bottom was veiled in mist and seemed bottomless.
Thus, the middle-aged merchant driving the first carriage was extremely cautious, gripping the reins of the old horse tightly and never letting his guard down.
On the other hand, the surrounding walking mercenaries appeared somewhat relaxed and were whispering to each other.
Their destination was now within reach.
