On the elongated mountain path, the horse carriage convoy of the Demon Control Department moved slowly.
This path, known as the "King of Mountains' Intestines", winds through eighteen turns over eight hundred miles, looking as if it were the intestines of the Mountain God laid out to dry.
Legend has it that on rainy days, one can faintly hear a dull sound coming from the mountains...
Thump thump thump!
It sounded like footsteps, or perhaps someone humming.
The local folk say this is the Mountain God traveling, looking for his scattered intestines.
"Is this the only route to Lin'an Prefecture?"
A naive voice sounded from the leading carriage.
Qi Hao leaned out, curiously observing the surroundings - this was his first time heading to Lin'an Prefecture.
"Not the only route, but certainly the shortest. Any other road would take a detour of two thousand miles."
Long Ao looked at the lucky youth before him, and a meaningful smile surfaced on his rough face.