The iron-rimmed wheels rolled slowly on the dirt road, forced to press deep ruts into the muddy ground due to the weight of the luggage from Black Taishui and Li Huowang.
Li Huowang, who was leading the horse by the reins, glanced over at Mantou, who kept sticking out its tongue next to the road. He reached out, grabbed a piece of skin on the back of its neck, and lifted it onto the cart.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang," Mantou's constantly wagging tail sounded like a stick, knocking against the wooden cart loudly.
Pushing away the affectionate dog's head that came close, Li Huowang said impatiently, "Be good!"
After speaking, he took out from his bosom the note that Tuoba Danqing had given him initially.
Just like before, it contained an address, but unlike the past, there was no clear indication of what he would encounter this time.
