The shadow of the tower and the wolves' gaze.
Even after a long departure, Ji Jue's mood remained somewhat heavy, unable to lighten up. In contrast, Tong Shan, accustomed to the bumps, dozed off once more.
Extremely sound asleep.
After opening his eyes and observing the road outside, he finally perked up: "Isn't this the wrong direction? Did we take the wrong path?"
Their final destination, the Spring Festival, should be northward.
"If we head north, the yellow flowers will have cooled."
Ji Jue shook his head: "The Spring Festival isn't held there."
"Is there a problem with the Security Bureau's map?" Tong Shan instantly became alert.
According to the information received by the Security Bureau—the local nomadic market, held every few years, was said to have people from the White Country Restoration Front appearing, so they were sent to confirm and arrest them.
If even the map is problematic...
