The journey was uneventful.
Nothing strange happened; there was no gravity control by the Black Hand Divine Eagle, nor did a dead monk suddenly appear convulsing on the spot, and Xu Sheng with his Ancient Ingot Blade wrapped in a green headscarf wasn't there to rob them either. It was just an ordinary carriage that carried the tense Zhou Li and others back into Beiliang.
Upon seeing the gates of Beiliang City, Zhou Li's heart finally died. He sighed, helplessly sitting in the carriage, sprawling out and facing the sky with an appearance of utter disillusionment, much to Tang Wan's delight.
"Young Master Zhou, the situation you were in before was the real abnormality, wasn't it?"
Zhuge Qing couldn't help but smile wryly next to him. She didn't understand why a peaceful journey would lead to Zhou Li's spirit falling and even sensed that he was somewhat unenthusiastic, half-dead in demeanor.
"Sigh..."
