"Achoo!"
Zheng Lang sneezed unexpectedly. He rubbed his nose and wrapped his cloak more tightly around himself.
Clearly, summer had already begun, and the wind had become warm, yet he always felt a chill lingering that he couldn't shake off. To feel more comfortable, he had to wear a thick coat and snugly drape a cloak over himself.
Luckily, his frame was naturally slim, so even wearing thicker clothes didn't make him look particularly odd.
"Are we almost there?" Zheng Lang leaned inside the carriage, peering through the embroidered curtain to ask.
A man riding a horse closely followed on one side and promptly replied, "Sect Leader, we are about thirty miles from the Celestial Sword Sect. We'll definitely arrive before nightfall."
"Hmm, very good." He nodded in satisfaction and picked up the teapot beside him, taking a sip of hot tea that comforted his heart.
