The jingling sound of sheep bells kept coming as the caravan moved forward.
The sky was just beginning to brighten.
On the winding forest official road, the Bai family caravan, led by hired escort guards, dragged a long convoy, rushing towards Tan Yang.
Among the mid-rear carriages, there were some fellow travelers going to Tan Yang along the way.
These people all paid a fee to obtain the caravan's escort protection.
In one of the ox carts, a young woman with delicate features was leaning against the ox cart window with the curtain rolled up, looking out.
The young woman's face was lightly blushed, her skin fair and tender, but there was a faint hint of worry between her brows.
At the back of the ox cart carriage, on the edge of a cargo cart.
There was a young Daoist in blue clothes and a white jacket, carrying a round, wheel-like cloth strip, following the road step by step.
