Six or seven days passed in a flash, and the time spent escaping from the mundane world seemed endless.
But it's just as if.
In fact, Zane Shen knew this, so he was particularly cherishing every moment he was experiencing, wanting to remember it more deeply and clearly. It would be best if he crossed the Naihe Bridge and drank the Mengpo Soup so that he would never forget it in his next life.
On this day, they had already gone down the river and reached a town downstream. On the road, they saw an old man holding a rotten wood and throwing it on the road. Zane Shen thought it was just a broken piece of wood and didn't pay much attention to it. But Shan Zai, who was traveling with him, saw this and stopped and actually picked up the rotten wood.
Zane Shen raised his eyebrows: "Why did you pick it up?"
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