The wheels roll over as the forest howls, vines hanging down on both sides flutter in the wind like shimmering bead curtains.
The coachman grips the reins, drinks iced water from a flask, while the Snake-shaped True Gang protects the convoy, creating a calm and serene ride, with the candles inside the carriage remaining steady and the tea undisturbed.
"The kid... is too diligent. We're about to reach Insect Valley, yet it's so late and she's still not resting. Even in practice, one needs a balance between work and rest."
Li Yilin lifts the curtain.
Under the cover of night, the dim candlelight in the front carriage is yet to be extinguished, occasionally illuminating a silhouette by the window, appearing to be sitting cross-legged. This solitary figure inevitably reminded Li Yilin of past events, evoking sadness and leaving her hesitant about whether to interrupt and suggest resting earlier.
