The carriage slowly moved forward, pulled by a black horse with a bell around its neck that made a crisp "ding-ding" sound on the road.
Nie Qianyu and Little Tangerine in the carriage were in a bad mood, both silent and uninterested in paying attention to the outside world. They knew that after a short while, the young man holding the longsword and leaping in midair would ride his Four-Unlikes and part ways with them, amidst the vast sea of people, not knowing when they would get the chance to meet again.
Even worse, they had a faint feeling that when the somewhat mysterious young man left, he might not even say goodbye to them.
Yes, farewell, farewell, a simple phrase, but how deep and profound an expectation it carried!
As expected, after about the time it took to have two meals, the curtain of the carriage did not open. The interior was dim, with occasional rays of light shining through the cracks of the carriage, sweeping across the tense little faces of the two passengers.
