"Me?" Little Rou was taken aback, somewhat uncertain as she twisted her wrist and tapped her nose with her finger.
Only after Zhao Douan nodded again to confirm did she reluctantly walk over.
It was nearly noon, and the caravan was gradually halting in the wilderness, starting fires to cook meals.
Zhao Douan stepped off the carriage and sat down on a log lying on the ground, with a member of the caravan responsible for preparing the meal.
The curtain of the carriage lifted again, and Yu Xiu, now dressed as an ordinary woman, led the drowsy Jin Jian off the carriage.
"Young Master, what do you want with me?" Little Rou asked, unable to resist casting a cautious glance at Yu Xiu, her eyes filled with envy.
As a female escort, though not ugly in appearance, her demeanor and attire leaned towards the masculine side, making her a rugged heroine. She was naturally defenseless against the ethereal, transcendent qualities exuded by the Daoist Yu Xiu.
