Seated in the horse carriage, Zhang Xiaohua gazed at the somewhat familiar scenery by the roadside, as though he was in a dream. This was his third time traveling this route today, except this time his second brother, Zhang Xiaohu, was not with him. Looking at Qiu Tong seated beside him, he was even more intrigued by the mystical opportunities in life.
If it wasn't for the thief who stole Qiu Tong's money pouch in the morning, or if he had run a tad slower and hadn't managed to retrieve the jade-green pouch, or if he didn't get to know Qiu Tong, he would probably be on the carriage back to Lu town now. After all, both the Escort Agency and Piaomiao Sect have rejected him, and he couldn't hinder his brother's progress by staying here.
