The wide mountain path leading to Luoluo City was paved with thick bluestone slabs, soaked with dew and mist from the night, appearing wet and slick.
The dense forest on both sides of the mountain path thrived with lushness even in this deep autumn season, likely due to the rich spiritual energy here, exuding vigorous vitality.
Chen Li carried a large water jar on his shoulder, followed by Zhou Hong, stepping lightly as if carrying nothing.
The diameter of the water jar was one and a half meters.
The water jar was too large.
The storage bag was too small.
He had no choice but to carry it on his shoulder.
In this world, a large water jar for storing water was indispensable, as no one had the leisure to fetch water from the stream every day.
"I didn't sleep very well last night!" Zhou Hong said with a light laugh.
"Not used to sleeping on the ground?"
"Mm, I was too tired the day before yesterday to notice, but yesterday was different."
