The sky had not yet fully brightened when a convoy set out from Qu Liu Town, heading eastward.
Inside the carriage, Xu Jingfeng leaned against the wall, his body swaying slightly with the motion. His eyes were half-closed, as if he were resting. Opposite him sat two maids, both looking weary, their heads nodding off from time to time.
The two had been tormented by their master all night and had not slept. Now, in the deep hours of the night, they were pulled onto the carriage again, told they were to go through the pass to have some fun before returning. Merely having Body Refining Cultivation, they could not compare to Xu Jingfeng, whose cultivation was profound; they were extremely sleepy now.
The journey was long, and it was inevitable that they would be tormented again along the way.
Xu Jingfeng took deep, shallow breaths, his palms sweating slightly as he gripped the unsheathed flying sword.