Twilight had arrived, and the golden sunset scattered across the hauntingly grey-white forest.
As night fell, Xu Yuan, unaware of how long the battle between the two "soul bodies" below would last, took Ran Qingmo back to wait in the carriage.
However, upon returning to the previous shady path, the carriage was nowhere to be found.
After a thorough search, it was discovered that the flame-hoofed carriage had somehow been led into a stable in the forest.
Xu Yuan subconsciously thought it was Xu Changge's doing.
After all, apart from that specter calling itself the old ghost, there were no other living beings amidst the ghostly mist. But upon seeing the horse feed in the manger, which was clearly well-prepared with dried fodder and fruits, he immediately dismissed the thought.
Driving horses might be something Xu Changge would do, but preparing horse feed was clearly not in his repertoire.
Grasping the mahogany handle to climb aboard, Xu Yuan shook his head:
