Evening.
The molten gold-like orange sun slowly sinks into the horizon, with meandering clouds tinged with twilight, decorating the sky like an oil painting.
The golden wheat fields gently sway under the dim light, emitting a subtle yet grand "sasha" sound amidst the shimmering waves.
The dusty, sturdy wooden wheels "creak" as they roll, splashing a few specks of mud, leaving a deep rut on the soft meadow.
Xia Nan sits outside the carriage, leaning against the heavy cargo piled behind him.
On both sides of the road, the pastoral scenery at sunset retreats swiftly in the jolt and sway.
Feeling the gentle breeze brushing against his cheeks, he can't help but squint his eyes in comfort.
By now, it's already the second day since he left the tavern.
After confirming that the Professionals contacted by Hai'an would pass through River Valley Town in more than seventy days, leaving him ample time.
Also to verify some of the suspicions in his heart.
