The road stretches on endlessly, the campfire flickers, tearing a patch of brightness in the deep night.
Yin Tingxue raises her arm to wipe the sweat off her forehead. She just finished practicing her sword, huffing and puffing.
Throughout this journey, Master Zhou said he would take her to Sword Town. The journey was long and far, with intermittent pauses, neither in haste nor sluggish, as if waiting for the most suitable auspicious hour to reach the destination.
Little Fox didn't quite understand, but she followed Master Zhou's arrangements anyway. It wasn't as if she hadn't traveled with Master Zhou before; oftentimes she indeed preferred being by Master Zhou's side rather than Chen Yi's.
As for Chen Yi... she didn't think much about him.
Not only did she not think about him, but there was even a hint of mischievous delight in her heart.
