Three hours later.
Wang Xiaohu felt a bit of a pain.
The image he imagined of wielding a sword and riding a white horse, gallivanting through the Jianghu, was thoroughly destroyed.
They left Cows' Village, riding a cart along the official road.
— It was an ox cart.
Two old yellow oxen leisurely carried the two of them on their journey.
The Brother Lin he admired was lazily lying on a soft pile of hay, resting with his eyes closed.
Not mentioning Brother Lin, Wang Xiaohu didn't dare to ask much either, and could only silently whip the ox's backside, occasionally adjusting the cart's direction.
Yi Lin seemed to be asleep but was actually not.
He was contemplating that secret manual.
That secret manual, if Yi Lin wasn't mistaken, seemed to have a slight connection to him.
"Cloud Body Wind Technique".
This was the ancient secret manual passed down through generations in the Lin family.
