CLIP-CLOP, CLIP-CLOP. Accompanied by the steady beat of hoofbeats, Li Huowang's carriage traveled farther and farther from Cangshui County.
Besides the Black Taisui, the carriage was now laden with all sorts of long-lasting dried goods. Li Huowang took out a dried red date, tossed it into his mouth, and chewed it slowly.
"Is it sweet?" the Monk leaned over, his wrinkled face bunching up as he asked.
"It's sweet," Li Huowang replied, then took out a handful of walnuts and shoved them into his mouth. "Do you think they're happy now?"
"Of course they're happy! If they weren't, would they have sent you all these things?"
It's good that they're happy. This world is too painful; if people can have a bit more joy, then so be it. Li Huowang murmured to himself. I'm struggling through all this pain and repression, but helping others escape the same predicament... that feeling isn't so bad.
