Even though Su Xuan had become a man of luxury because of the system, he had never forgotten his roots.
In his heart, he still held fast to the virtues of austerity and hard work. Having dealt with those who pursued him, it felt only right to reap some benefits for his diligent efforts.
The three took a short rest in their room. Soon, the sky began to lighten faintly. The Innkeeper didn't do anything out of line, to Su Xuan's slight disappointment.
Afterward, the three of them left the inn. Qi Li took the lead to meet with the post station's staff. This time, they set off not by motorized vehicle, but by horse-drawn carriage. The mountain roads were extremely difficult to navigate; ordinary vehicles simply couldn't pass, and even the carriages bumped and jostled along the way.
Su Xuan still had no complaints about this, wearing an expression of curiosity.
On the third day, the last post station brought them to a mountain range shrouded in swirling mists.
