Shen Bai's voice came from the carriage. "There are countless peaks in this world. You'll wear yourself out trying to measure up to every single one."
Ouyang Sword nodded. "I understand. Starting today, I'll set a new goal. But Brother Shen, you will always remain the highest peak I strive for."
"Let's keep moving," Shen Bai said.
Ouyang Sword said no more. He returned to his seat on the carriage and raised his whip.
"Yah!"
With that single command, the carriage traveled on through the wind and rain, leaving only two ruts in the road as it gradually receded into the distance.
...
A dreary rain fell without end.
The rain soaked a straight path not far from the main road, leading to a dilapidated inn.
The word "Welcome" was written on the inn's door flap. Every so often, a gust of damp wind would blow in, lifting the fabric.
The inn wasn't large, but it already had quite a few people staying inside.
