But that's all there is to it.
It's just a newspaper, and later, when you get off the carriage, you can find a place by the roadside to buy one. There's no rush.
Xia Nan sat alone in the carriage, looking out the window.
What came into view was no longer the endless fields and wastelands he'd grown tired of on the long road, but rather rows of orderly houses and wide, bustling streets.
The noise in his ears was no longer just the creaking of wheels rolling or the annoying howling of the wind across the plains.
But rather, there was an added bustle of pedestrians and vendors coming and going along the road.
After more than half a month's tedious journey, with stops and starts along the way, the caravan finally reached their destination:
—Neum.
Speaking of which, throughout this trip, no difficulties, as seen on that night, were encountered again.
Be it demons or bandits, none appeared.
But for Xia Nan, the experience was nothing short of torture.
