Swaying along the journey, they finally arrived at Lijing Town. Xiao Xian was groggily awakened by the blaring suona and took out the wooden box to look inside; only the few pieces he had eaten when he had gotten on the carriage remained untouched—the rest were still neatly stacked, not a single one disturbed.
"Qingxiao, Qingxiao."
Xiao Xian hurriedly woke the girl. Li Qingxiao, still sleepy, stumbled down from the soft seat. The shrill, joyful sounds of the suona came from below, and a pair of large hands lifted the curtain, letting in the sunlight.
"Xiao'er."
"Father!"
This man was solemn and serious. It turned out to be Chen Donghe, anxious for his daughter, who had been waiting early in town. He channeled his mana to alleviate Li Qingxiao's discomfort. Xiao Xian quickly said:
"From Lixia of the Xiao Family, Yue Mountain's Xiao Xian, greets the senior."
"Hmm."
Chen Donghe politely responded with a single hum and said warmly:
