The carriage slowly moved along the main road.
They were already forty or fifty li away from Wuxiang City, but the sun had just risen overhead, showing how early they had departed.
In fact, to avoid unnecessary trouble, Zhao Ya had quietly left Wuxiang City with Zui'Er and his senior sister Meng Shiwen before dawn.
There was no other reason.
It was simply because the people of Wuxiang City were too enthusiastic.
Since most of them were saved by Zhao Ya, they were immensely grateful to him.
Despite the chaos they experienced, Wuxiang City was greatly weakened, but Zhao Ya still received gifts from all sides every day.
Though it might just be a basket of eggs or a piece of bacon, it expressed the people's heartfelt sentiments.
Zhao Ya could only accept them helplessly, but when he left today, he discreetly left those gifts behind.
He no longer wanted to trouble the people, so he chose to leave quietly.
