Squeak, squeak, creak, creak.
The carriage traveled on a road that wasn't flat, but still reasonably wide.
Chen Mu leaned against the compartment, daydreaming.
This was their third day since leaving Qingshan County.
The novelty of starting the journey had been numbed by the monotony of the long travel.
Sitting in the carriage every day, though the scenery kept changing, the physical and mental exhaustion still swept over them after a while.
Zhang Ye lifted the curtain of the compartment, resting one hand on it.
Five or six spirited horses galloped head-on, with several Jianghu people spurring their horses fiercely, quickly zipping past them.
Zhang Ye couldn't help but say sourly, "Another group off treasure hunting."
No one in the carriage paid him any attention, this was no telling how many times he'd expressed his regret.
"Uncle Zhang, if you want to go, just go." Cheng Ming said with a giggle.
"Go, go, go, what would a kid like you understand!" Zhang Ye rolled his eyes.
