The following afternoon, after a long journey, Ronin finally led his party to Mountain Forest Town.
By the stone road sign, the craftsmen let out exhausted cheers. They had finally made it here alive.
Many of them had felt regret along the way. If they had known Mountain Forest Town was so far and the journey so difficult, they probably wouldn't have left their homes.
But now that they had arrived safely, all those jumbled thoughts from the road were forgotten.
From now on, they would live a peaceful and stable life here, serve their Lord well, and strive to build new careers for themselves so they could bring their families from Wushan City to join them as soon as possible.
"We're finally here!"
Ronin stretched lazily on horseback. "Wodun, George, you two take the craftsmen into town. I'm not going with you."
He gave the Cloud Stepper beneath him a firm pat. The prized steed, already familiar with its master, let out a neigh and galloped away along the mountain road.
