At night, only sparse stars hung in the sky.
By this time of year, the weather had already cooled.
After nightfall, not only was there fog between the mountains and forests, but frost had even formed.
Duan Yun sat in an open space, lighting a bonfire.
Little Grey was lying on the ground, already fast asleep.
After days of continuous travel, even the tough donkey was tired.
"Being a Young Hero is really quite a tough ordeal," Duan Yun remarked, poking at the bonfire with his long sword.
In order to quickly eliminate Zhu Xiang and Zhu Heimian, he had traveled for several consecutive days.
He could have stayed at an inn tonight, but he gave up the idea.
At this moment, Duan Yun couldn't help but reminisce about the subways, buses, and trains of his past life.
