The moonlight was bright, casting over the snow like silver flames.
After dinner, they set off again. The old ox panted heavily, stopping every few steps to rest, and the distance between them and the group ahead gradually widened.
They were all the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled. If they lagged too far behind, encountering mountain bandits wouldn't be a joke.
The road was flanked by mountains and forests, the trees casting dark shadows that looked extremely gloomy, with the occasional eerie cries of night birds echoing around.
Yu Tingwan fed the old ox a few mouthfuls of fodder to calm it, trying to lead it forward.
Because of this, Hui Niang was particularly anxious, just watching the old ox stagger a few steps forward.
Hui Niang: ...
I've always known Wan Niang was strong, but I didn't expect her strength to be at this level.
Yu Tingwan: ...
She felt like... she hadn't even exerted any force yet?
The wheels rolled forward.
