January 10, 2017
East of Mount Teng, on a mountain path.
The sunset glowed on the horizon, its afterglow reflecting on Wang Jiu's turned face, giving this usually emotionless Sword Spirit a somewhat aloof air of a Golden-faced Buddha.
Seeing the afterglow about to fade, Wang Jiu waved his hand: "Let's set up camp."
A chorus of groans immediately sounded from behind.
"Are you serious? We have to stop again?" Shen Qingming's voice was filled with an air of resigned exhaustion.
In the team, Li Wanqing was also somewhat impatient: "Ugh, how far have we walked today? A hundred li?"
"One hundred and five point seventy-two li, in a straight line," Wang Jiu effortlessly spouted a precise number that left everyone speechless, then proceeded to assign roles, "Today, it's Li Xinyu's turn for night watch, Shen Qingming is in charge of the camp and dinner."
"Understood."
"Alright."
The two responses carried the same tone of exhaustion, albeit differently expressed.
