Zhao Douan pondered as the Ghost Carriage traversed the streets, weaving through alleys before turning the final street corner.
The carriage came to a sudden stop in an alley.
"We've arrived at the Royal Mansion." Zhong Pan's deep voice sounded, teasingly saying, "Surely I don't have to drive the carriage into the mansion, do I?"
If you're willing to deliver us there, that would be best... Zhao Douan mused internally, displaying a smile: "You jest, Senior Brother."
After being cramped for so long, the few of them gradually crawled out of the carriage compartment.
The white unicorn exhaled a stream of air, and Zhong Pan grabbed a bag of strange feed, hung it around the neck of the white horse, allowing it to eat on its own.
"Phew..."
Zhao Douan stood on the ground, exhaling deeply, feeling the cool autumn night breeze dispel his body's restlessness.
His body felt somewhat lighter.
