At the city gate, a carriage slowly approached. The carriage was large, similar to a cart, pulled by an old horse with its clippity-clop footsteps as it entered the city.
The carriage was very plain, adorned with just a few tassels, and the body of the carriage bore the marks of time, mottled and disorderly.
The curtain was made from coarse burlap, dull and even older than the carriage body.
Suddenly, the curtain was lifted, and a small head peeked out, looking at the outside scenery in amazement.
"A Yin, look, it's Shengjing City!"
The little head revealed a slightly round face, looking delightedly at the bustling scene of Shengjing City.
"Hey, behave, behave, we're here to settle, not to sightsee. There will be plenty of opportunities for you to see it until you get tired of it. Acting like this now will make people laugh."
The speaker was Father Xiang, petting his breath, looking very content.
"Ah—"
