"Taiping Captains? I told you to lead the way! Is this how you do it?"
An angry shout erupted from the carriage. Feng Zhengqian climbed down, his expression foul as he stared at the wheel, which was wedged deep in a crevice between the rocks.
"Your carriage was pressing forward so determinedly, Envoy Feng. I thought you knew the way."
Su Mu sauntered over from the rear of the group and said nonchalantly, "We're just poor folks from Wuling City. We haven't seen much of the world. We normally wouldn't dare take a carriage into the mountains.
I was actually starting to think your carriage was one of those legendary magical artifacts, Envoy Feng—the kind that can soar through the clouds."
Feng Zhengqian was speechless.
'If I was qualified to ride in a damn magical artifact, would I need to be out here in this godforsaken backwater, hunting for Spiritual Medicine just to pad my record?'
'Who the hell knew there wouldn't even be a decent road in mountains so close to the city?'
