The carriage rumbled forward, kicking up clouds of dust, while the locals along the way failed to notice any danger.
Zhang Chen had his hands tucked in his sleeves, looked up at the distant sky, where his Hunting Falcon circled high, and at the same time, Zhang Chen noticed that the sky had somehow become populated with more birds, flitting in and out of the clouds.
Soon it was evening, as the sun set, the Dragon Tiger Escort Agency chose to camp, and Zhang Chen took grits to line up. After a short while, he arrived at the shed of the Dragon Tiger Escort Agency, where he saw a dozen cooks weighing out rice, and other staff boiling water for everyone.
Zhang Chen exchanged rice, then took out jerky from his pouch. The family mixed it with rice and ate to fullness. Chengyu went to the side to meditate and cultivate, while the two little ones guarded Chengyu, sitting alertly to his left and right.
