The path was bumpy and the ox cart swayed as it moved slowly over dozens of miles. By the time Bai Qi and the others arrived at the Ginseng Collection Manor, the sun was already slanting toward the west.
In the late autumn season, it became dark quickly. The sound of insects chirping from the dense forest, the rustle of leaves in the cold wind, and the shadows cast by Longkang Mountain all gave people an unsettling feeling.
"No wonder the old folks say one should avoid walking the roads at night alone and climbing treacherous mountains by themselves. It truly is creepy."
Gazing into the distance at the pitch-black peaks, Bai Qi jumped down from the ox cart. The rural paths were rugged and rough, and his bones felt like they were falling apart. If he hadn't trained his muscles well, his rear would definitely have suffered.
