"Did you seek out that Druid prince because you're hoping to connect with the influential figures of the Hundred Thousand Mountains?" The Aegean Flower blinked her dazzling big eyes, instantly guessing Old Liu's intentions.
The Nightmare carriage silently parked by the roadside. The driver, a Ghoul, had a ruddy complexion radiating health and good nutrition.
This driver thought these three passengers were utterly disgusting, whispering on the street like this. And dressed in those shabby shrine monk outfits, enduring the oppressive heat without a hint of discomfort! Just a glance was enough to label them as bumpkins from the countryside—the kind who hadn't experienced much of the world.
Watching the three bumpkins shuffle into the carriage one by one, the driver felt a pang of heartache. He had just replaced the seat cushions that morning—what if these yokels used them to wipe their boots later? It's a countryside thing, after all.
