Trot.
The trotting sound of the horses sounded monotonously outside the horse carriage.
Scenes of the daily life in the city went by the windows while Lin Xuan Qi looked out from one of them.
Men, women and children went on with their daily activities.
Families were out preparing for the autumn and winter, buying essentials like dried food, coats and firewood.
Everyone was in their own little world that was filled with happiness for what they had, anxieties for the future and frustrations for things that happened or didn't happen to them.
The natural cycle of life moves on and the Tian Dao is merciless in its ways.
Lin Xuan Qi gave out a sigh and closed his eyes.
He hasn't felt this way for a very long time.
Being a mortal meant that you would be subjected to the common pains and sufferings like illness and eventual death.
There wasn't much time…
Lin Xuan Qi glanced at the wooden chests with the taels of silver that were in the horse carriage.
