Chapter 39: If the Heart Does Not Die, the Dao Is Not Born

Old Niu moved forward slowly. The CLIP-CLOP of his hooves against the ground was like a lullaby, making one drowsy. Lin Yan sat on the cart shafts, showing no trace of sleepiness; instead, he grew increasingly alert. Behind him, Mei Ruoying sat in the carriage, her head lowered, lost in thought.

It did not take long to arrive at Xikou Street. The lights in Zhou Wanqing's house were still on, standing out conspicuously in the dark of night. Lin Yan stopped the ox cart, and Mei Ruoying closely followed suit as he hopped off.

"I really owe it all to you today, Mr. Lin. Otherwise..."

"That's the third time you've thanked me," Lin Yan pointed out. He then asked softly, "Is the transaction considered complete?"

"Yes!" Mei Ruoying nodded heavily.