A group of people followed an imperial road in the Great Yan Dynasty, walking for an indeterminable amount of time until their legs felt numb.
Of course, it wasn't Fan Wu whose legs were numb but rather Yun Jiuqing and two others, who felt as if their legs no longer belonged to them.
The imperial roads of the Great Yan Dynasty were difficult to traverse, especially since it seemed as if it had rained in this area before, leaving the ground extremely muddy and hard to walk on.
With every step forward, at least a pound of mud stuck to the soles of their shoes.
It was an exceptionally uncomfortable experience.
As the sky gradually darkened, reaching dusk, Yun Jiuqing, who had been on tiptoe looking into the distance, suddenly exclaimed, "Daoist Priest Fan, Daoist Priest Fan! It looks like there are some houses ahead! It seems to be a village!"
"A village?" Liu Feng shivered behind him. "It isn't... some kind of village like the one we encountered before, is it?"
