Ox-carts were slower than horse-drawn carriages but could carry more. And in Qingqiu, one never had to worry about feeding the oxen—there was grass everywhere.
After leaving Huo Shu, Li Huowang and his group had a smooth journey. They encountered no Evil Spirits or bandits.
On top of that, Li Huowang's wounds were steadily healing, and smiles were appearing more frequently on everyone's faces.
Beside the rolling cart wheels, Li Huowang hobbled along with a cane, limping. Mantou wagged his tail, running back and forth around him.
"Li shixiong, why don't you go back to the cart and lie down? You aren't fully recovered yet," Bai Lingmiao said worriedly.
The newly grown hair on Li Huowang's head swayed gently as he shook it.
"Lying in the cart makes my limbs go numb. Walking around feels pretty good. Besides, I'm recovering quite well. At least Mantou recognizes me again."
