He found a suitable target.
In this Qingshan Town, without a capable guide, acting alone would be too time-consuming and labor-intensive.
The coachman quickly soothed the agitated Blazing Wind Horse, and gradually urged it forward a few more steps. Under the strong whip, this fierce-tempered horse became as docile as a kitten.
The coachman's veins slightly surfaced, indicating significant exertion. In the Martial Arts world, even if he wasn't an Innate Expert, he must surely be a First-class Expert.
Having done all this, the coachman let out a long sigh of relief.
He respectfully bowed his head, speaking like a stool, "Welcoming the Third Master to depart."
As the words fell, the carriage curtain was lifted.
A round chubby face appeared—it was none other than the Third Young Master Song Xian from the Song Mansion.
Song Xian let out a snore, breaking a snot bubble.
He casually picked up a piece of silk and wiped it.
There was no one else in the carriage but him.
