The first rain of the new year fell on the winding and rugged Shu Road.
The Shu Road is difficult, more difficult than ascending to the sky. Regardless of whether it's the road into Shu or the roads within Shu, they are all extremely challenging to traverse.
Two straw hats, one large and one small, rose and fell with the mountain's shape. The drizzle couldn't hide the heroic spirit in that person's eyebrows, and after passing the eight-hundred-year-old osmanthus trees, Fishing City was near.
Min Ning carried a knife at her waist, a sword on her back, and following her was a thirteen-year-old girl carrying sharpened round iron rods on her back.
Clearly at an age suitable for marriage, yet carrying heavy objects on her back, with hair sticking to her ears due to moisture and mud on her face, this girl was none other than one of the two children Min Ning had saved previously.
The girl's legs were already trembling, and her straw sandals were both numb and wet.
