The two of them carried the cotton mattress and other soft things down and spread them in their respective tents.
There were a total of four tents. Old Cui and Grandma had one tent, Ping'er and Xianglian had one, Shadow Six and Shadow Thirteen had one, and Yan Jiuchao, Yu Wan, and the three little black eggs had one.
Old Cui was exhausted. After traveling all the way, his old waist was no longer his.
He held his sore waist and alighted from the carriage. He looked at Grandma, who was even more haggard than him, and wondered, "I don't understand. You said that you've already found all the medicinal primers. You've already done what you should have done. Why didn't you return to the Ghost Clan or stay in Nanzhao to enjoy life? Why did you have to make this trip again?"
