One month later, a coachman with grizzled hair and beard drove a carriage pulled by a bald and ugly old horse into Lan City.
Ning Caichen pulled open the curtains of the carriage and peered out the window. Lan City looked pretty much the same to him. Simple and unadorned aboriginals that gave a fierce look whenever they saw a foreigner were everywhere.
Lying beside Ning Caichen was Zhu Chengjun. The injuries on his body weren't overtly obvious. Both of his legs were tightly wrapped with a piece of white cloth. Occasionally, when the carriage jerked too violently, some blood would stain through the white cloth.
It usually took less than a day for the wounds of an Earth Wheel expert to heal. After all, their body constitution was completely different from an ordinary individuals'.
In the past, Zhu Chengjun's legs had suffered a severe injury, and it had only taken a week for his injury to heal.
