On the official road, two simple riders galloped in the morning light.
The horse hooves kicked up clouds of dust.
And the Fengyang Commandery City behind them grew gradually distant.
Zhang Jian glanced back at the Fengyang Commandery, and his expression seemed relaxed.
After all, fledglings must leave the nest to learn how to fly.
"Young Master, should we take the waterway or the land route next?"
Beside him, Zhang Lu was broad-shouldered and strong. Over the autumn, he had grown a bit taller.
The backpack with mortise and tenon structure on his back looked petite and delicate, somewhat mismatched.
"But it's cold and frosty, the waterway might freeze over, and there might be delays!"
"Then we'll take the land route first, and continue on the waterway once it's clear!"
Zhang Jian wasn't in much of a hurry, as there were over three months left until the spring exams, which should be enough time.
