In the blink of an eye, seven days had passed since Su Changkong hit the road.
"It's too hot!"
On an official road, a caravan moved quietly forward. A man dressed as the head escort glanced at the high-hanging sun, wiped the sweat from his face, and said helplessly.
"We've been on the road for days. There is an inn up ahead, let's rest there for a while."
A portly merchant in the caravan couldn't help but suggest, already drenched in sweat from the heat.
"Yes, Master Qian."
The man dressed as the head escort nodded in agreement. There was still a long way to go, and pushing on would only exhaust everyone physically and mentally. They needed to recuperate fully to stay alert and deal with any sudden mishaps.
Most of the dozens of people in this group were powerful martial artists, and as they proceeded along the official road, they finally spotted a familiar inn up ahead.
