The junior clerk gestured with his hand, and the white horse behind him remained as still as a statue.
Seeing this, Shen Hex said no more, turned to bid farewell to Song Gui, and then mounted the saddle.
The junior clerk took the reins of the white horse and began walking briskly, light and shadows flashing, moving through space at a tremendous speed.
Seated on the saddle, Shen Hex watched everything carefully and committed it to memory.
The white horse moved swiftly, and in just a moment, they arrived at the Prefecture City.
The city was still bustling with people and traffic, but unlike last time, everything was no longer hazy; each figure was clearly visible, and there were many stalls and shops in the marketplace with cries of vendors filling the air.
"Baked cakes, baked cakes!"
"Crisp pears, crisp pears!"
"Swords, fine swords!"
"Ooo...ooo..."
Although these were the cries of vendors, there was a somewhat mournful undertone, causing a slight chill.
