"If you steer these wheels into one more pothole, Tianyu, I am going to tie you to the front axle and let the horses drag your pretty face through the dirt!"
Gu Fan's arrogant, lazy voice drifted through the thick silk curtains of the beast-carriage, cutting through the sweltering heat of the blazing southern sun as the vehicle rumbled over the jagged red rocks of the Southern Badlands.
Sitting outside on the wooden driver's bench, Song Tianyu wiped a bead of sweat from his dirt-streaked forehead, his pristine blue robes soaked and stained with badland dust.
"I am a peerless Sword Dao genius of the Origin Realm!" Tianyu muttered to himself, snapping the leather reins to keep the spirit-horses moving forward while swatting a mosquito away from his neck. "First I am treated like a cheap luggage rack, then I am forced to be a bloody butcher in the mud, and now I am acting as a glorified stable boy! What kind of sick, twisted cultivation journey is this?!"
