Night fell, with no village ahead and no inn behind.
The moon hung in the sky, mist swept across the wilderness, the road ahead was vast and unseen...
On such a desolate road, a carriage was still moving swiftly. The coachman, seeing the weather, slowed down, asked a few questions to the person behind the curtain, and then jumped down to tie the carriage to a bare old tree.
The curtain was lifted, and Li Yuan glanced around. Winter was naturally foggy, especially in this mountainous wilderness.
"Let's spend the night here."
"Yes, sir."
The coachman was Wang San, who worked for the lady boss. He wasn't a martial artist but a diligent and sensible man.
Before long, Li Yuan and Wang San had started a campfire, with Tang Nian helping alongside.
Pop...
Crackle...
The puppet held a pile of firewood, and Tang Nian picked them up, throwing stick by stick into the fierce flames.
"Sir, Miss, I can handle this, please rest..." Wang San chuckled.
