Night roads were hard to travel, especially with the route ahead beginning to climb into the mountains, where the road turned rugged. Although the caravan leader said fifteen kilometers, in terms of effort, it was actually enough to match thirty.

When it rained, it poured. Snowflakes suddenly began drifting down from the sky.

Standing here, all they could do was eat the northwest wind and turn into popsicles. Helpless, everyone could only urge the oxen and horses onward amid a chorus of complaints and continue forward.

“The wandering bandits are getting more and more rampant.”

“Don’t they all say Panlong City’s army is very powerful? Why don’t they do something about the bandits on this road?”

“My horse can’t even walk anymore.”

“I’m not coming next time. I’m afraid I’ll earn the money but won’t live to spend it!”

The caravan was full of grumbling, but He Lingchuan acted as though he heard none of it....