Before nightfall, Wang Chen and Wang Zhenzhen arrived at a small town.
There was only one inn in the town, luckily for them, there were still available rooms to stay in.
Otherwise, they would have had to sleep outside.
Of course, even Wang Zhenzhen was used to camping outdoors by now, but with an inn available, there was no need to endure hardship.
Their rooms were adjacent, and just as Wang Chen was about to rest, someone gently knocked on the door: "Father."
Wang Chen got up and opened the door, smiling and asking: "What's wrong?"
Wang Zhenzhen wrinkled her nose: "Daughter has something to ask you."
Wang Chen rubbed her head: "Come in."
He closed the door and then brightened the candle on the table and said, "Are you thinking about asking about Huo Wujie?"
Wang Zhenzhen's pretty face turned slightly red, hesitantly nodding.
She didn't know why, but the boy's image and voice lingered in her mind throughout their journey.
