Within just two days, they had already covered half of the journey. Nanzhi and Shen Wenchen were sitting on the donkey cart marvelling at the rapidly receding scenery around them.
Was this donkey capable of running a hundred yards?
The elder leisurely sat at the front of the cart, one hand holding a pancake, the other hand grasping a skewer of toffee caramel, enjoying his food immensely.
"Lads, I can tell that you're capable fellows." The old man chuckled, not remotely disturbed by his potential mismatch with his external appearance.
"You're too kind, sir," Shen Wenchen responded modestly, and after some hesitation, finally voiced the question that had been plaguing him.
"May I know who you truly are, and how your identity relates to my peculiar past experience?"
Shen Wenchen put his inquiry delicately, refrained from asking directly about the situation following his fainting spell on the roadside back then.