"Are we near the foot of the mountain yet?" Zhou Li strained to see through the thick fog ahead, where he could vaguely make out a house with a water tank on its roof. He then sniffed, feeling as if dew had already reached his nose. "My face feels wet already."
"I don't know," replied Miss Zheng softly from horseback. "Mine too."
"It might be that you've got a runny nose," Brother Nan said, turning around with a serious expression. She had obviously heard Zhou Li sniff.
"MEOW!" Tuanzi poked its head out of her hood.
"Impossible," Zhou Li answered Brother Nan first, then carefully checked again. As they drew closer, the house ahead became clearer, so he turned back to Miss Zheng and said, "We're indeed nearly at the bottom of the mountain; it's quite a bit closer from this side."
"But it's still quite a long way to the town."
"It's not too bad."
