"Where are we heading?"
"To the outskirts of Mingjiang Prefecture."
"If we drive forward, we'll reach East River Avenue. Beyond the avenue lies the big bridge, and crossing that takes us into Mingxi District."
Mingjiang Prefecture is divided into two regions—Mingdong and Mingxi—by the broad Corridor River of Mingjiang.
"Then just go, the farther the better."
Yun Ziliang urged.
Apart from him and Zhao Wuya, the car was occupied by Little Fuzi, Mu Hua, and Sister Cui. From a certain perspective, this group of people were Zhou Xuan's Achilles heel.
The vehicle sped ahead, distancing itself more and more from the heart of Mingjiang Prefecture. The streetlights diminished in number, and pedestrians had disappeared entirely.
That sense of desolation, in contrast, served as a soothing balm for those inside the car.
Sister Cui, looking slightly resentful, remarked, "It's my fault. If I hadn't come to the Metropolitan City, I wouldn't have run into that storyteller."
