Xuanzhen put away his horsetail whisk, dressed in a gray and white short outfit, holding a cane, and sat on the edge of the carriage. Li Shangyuan sat beside him, holding a whip and driving the cart.
Chen Zhongshu sat among the goods on the carriage, nodding off as he swayed.
Lv Hua wrapped his face tightly with a gray cloth, riding a horse at the back of the group.
At this moment, they were passing through a village, an empty village.
At a glance, aside from broken walls, there wasn't a single complete house in sight.
Villages like these had been abandoned for at least twenty or thirty years.
"Ah, what kind of forsaken place is this?" Li Chang couldn't help but sigh as he followed behind Yang Zhenshan.
After a journey of seven or eight days, witnessing so many desolate scenes, everyone felt somewhat uncomfortable.
They had crossed the Stormy Sea Area with the longing for Dazhao, yet upon arrival, they were met with such desolate scenes.
