In the dead of night, the moonlight illuminated the narrow dirt road, as a carriage, pulled by a horse, made its way eastward.
The quiet rustle of leaves and the occasional crack of a twig were the only sounds accompanying the rhythmic clop of hooves against the dirt road.
Pei Buhan, slightly hunched over, held the reins and guided the horse forward. Flanking either side of the carriage were Lucius and Luke, whose steps were soundless as they observed for any danger with their Mana Sense.
Inside the carriage, Lucian slept peacefully on a sack of hay.
Time slowly went by in silence.
The morning of the next day, the same carriage slowed down to a halt as the city came into view.
"Alabaster City," Lucian muttered as he glanced at the tall walls, encasing the city.
According to Lucius, his father was unconscious in the city's best hotel.
Generally, a notorious bandit gang's boss would stay away from cities.