On the next day, after purchasing the goods, Yan Mo took them to the city gate.
Under Xia Yue's questioning gaze, he approached an ox-cart.
Yan Mo negotiated with the person next to the ox-cart for a few minutes. After giving him some money, the man gratefully thanked Yan Mo and left.
"Come on over, we are about to leave." Yan Mo told the group who were still standing where they were.
After exchanging glances, Xia Yue and the others walked over.
"Is this the transportation you were talking about?" Xia Yue looked at the hefty ox and the simple cart, which had two quilts on it to ensure whoever sat on it wouldn't feel uncomfortable.
"This is the best means of transportation available now. I wanted to buy horses, but they're too expensive. Buying an ox is more cost-effective. If necessary, we can give it to the descendants of the Witch Clan as a goodwill gesture. That might lessen the likelihood of us being ostracized," Yan Mo explained to them.
