Clip-clop, clip-clop.
The horses widened their paces as the wheels began rolling in tow. Despite activating his Spirit Vision and turning around, hoping to observe the refined and sweet lady, Klein did not have his wishes fulfilled. All his eyes reflected were brown figures moving past him.
Meanwhile, the passengers from the stop had already boarded the carriage. The carriage door was closed tightly as it gradually departed.
Within the carriage, twenty to thirty people stood closely to each other, their energy fields overlapping and shielding each other. Hence, it was an explosion of colors in Klein's vision, making it difficult for him to differentiate.
He shook his head quietly and raised his finger to tap his glabella to deactivate his Spirit Vision.
