Several days later, amidst towering mountains and steep ridges.
Two divine horses pulled the Bronze Chariot, progressing slowly and leisurely.
Hera glanced at the scenery slowly moving backward around her, slightly squinted her eyes, and looked towards the figure on the driver's seat.
"It seems like you are taking a detour?"
"Didn't you say you dislike dealing with strangers? Naturally, we should stay further from the city-states."
Luo En turned his head, quickly brought out a prepared excuse, and then spoke earnestly.
"Moreover, this is also for the sake of your reputation."
"Hmph! Reputation? If he's not ashamed, what do I have to fear?"
Hera disdainfully scoffed, but her body honestly sat down, making no further demands for Luo En to change the route.
Clearly, the Queen of Olympus still cared about her face to some extent, and her mood was not as relaxed as she appeared to be on the surface.