The ox cart was slower than the horse cart, but it could carry more, and in Qingqiu, there was no need to worry about the oxen's fodder as it was plentiful everywhere.
Having left Huo Shu, Li Huowang and his group had a smooth journey without any encounter with evil spirits or bandits.
Moreover, Li Huowang's wounds were healing steadily, and everyone had brighter smiles on their faces.
Walking beside the rolling cartwheels, Li Huowang leaned on a crutch, hobbling along, while Mantou wagged its tail, running back and forth beside him.
"Brother Li, you should go back to the cart to lie down. Your wounds haven't completely healed yet," Bai Lingmiao said with concern.
The freshly grown hair on Li Huowang's head swayed slightly from side to side as he shook his head.
"Lying in the cart makes all my limbs go numb; it's good to walk around. Besides, I'm recovering quite well now—at least Mantou has recognized me."
