From Xiaotian Village to Wu City, a distance of two to three hundred miles, an ordinary person probably needs two to three days just walking on foot.
However, if you're also bringing along an elderly grandfather, hunched over in his advance, the time required becomes unknowable.
But walking slowly is one thing; there's no rush on my part. If the old man can't cover twenty miles a day, then we'll do ten, and if not ten, then five.
Dragging our feet, whenever the old man gets tired, Jiang Liu rests, and when mealtime arrives, he sets up a stove to start a fire and cook…
So, after a good five or six days on the road, how much farther it is to Wu City remains a mystery.
"Holy Monk…" the old man, leaning on a wooden branch as a walking stick, looked at the dinner Jiang Liu was preparing, the deer meat being grilled, and unconsciously swallowed, saying, "If this deer were used as a ride for this old man, perhaps we could reach Wu City much faster, right?"
