On the ancient road, two fast horses galloped along the path.
"Master, please rest for a while, you haven't closed your eyes for three days," Xuefei caught up to his master from behind and called out loudly.
"No need, we'll be at Zhangzhou Prefecture soon, I can rest once we arrive," said Jueqing, anxious to reach their destination, which was less than a hundred miles away.
As the horses' hooves thundered past, they kicked up a dust cloud, and finally, before dawn, they arrived outside the gates of Zhangzhou Prefecture.
"Master, drink some water, find a place to freshen up, and change your clothes," Xuefei said upon seeing his master's sunken eyes, bloodshot from lack of sleep and a beard that had grown over the last three days without a change of clothes, looking completely disheveled.
Jueqing looked down at himself, indeed not a spot was clean. After handing his horse to a guard, he vanished with a flicker, and by the time he returned, he was dressed anew.