The horse's hooves clattered, kicking up bits of dust.
On a road that had long fallen into disrepair, Zhang Yuan was riding forward.
Due to the many potholes on the ground.
To avoid injuring the horse, he had to carefully steer clear of these "traps."
This significantly slowed down his travel pace.
Zhang Yuan looked at the sky.
The sun was then slanting to the west, nearly setting beneath the distant mountains, painting the sky with a magnificent and spectacular evening glow.
He decided to find a place to stay overnight.
Though this road was part of the official route, in reality, few merchants or travelers passed by, and there were no post houses or inns along the way.
Looking far into the distance, not a single village was in sight!
This was actually quite normal.
Because of the presence of the bizarre, the vast majority of villages were situated near and around the cities.
