After the coachman's departure, Xu Hu Zhe wasted no time in preparing to resume their journey—they needed to get moving.
With determined strides, the coachman had walked along the path leading back to Yilin Town, leaving behind the quiet corner where they had paused.
As he stood, Xu Hu Zhe cast a fleeting glare at the silver-haired ger whose gaze seemed to penetrate his very soul. There was something unnerving about the intensity of that stare, yet Xu Zeng appeared unaffected by his own glare, lost in unknown thoughts.
Turning his attention to the two eggs nestled in the back basket, Xu Hu Zhe noted their suspicious silence. The only types of suspiciously quiet Xiao Long and Da Long were capable of involved napping and disappearing altogether.
