Chen Shi gazed into the distance, only to see the town enveloped in a green mist, as if formed by the Qi of Incense Fire.
They entered Sanhe Village, and Black Pot once again took out the Compass, controlling the wooden cart, which emitted creaking and screeching sounds, strikingly harsh in this silent village.
"The cart's wheel hub needs oiling," Chen Shi broke the silence.
He was startled by his own voice; in this silent village, it seemed particularly loud, spacious, and echoed.
Dingding was nervous, took down a cyan-blue pipa bag from his back, held it in his embrace, and looked anxiously around, fearing something might jump out and scare him.
