The journey is arduous, the journey is hard, burdened with much, one can hardly move forward.
A back laden with bags, hand holding a leather pouch, growing heavier and heavier, Featherweight Talismans, Climb Cloud Talismans, Cloud Sliding Talismans, Godspeed Talismans, Armour Horse Charms, and so on—the energy-saving talisman papers had all been consumed. And the distance between that distant Bronze Gate and Zheng Qing seemed to have not changed at all.
A journey that seems to never see its end.
Not only that, but the road beneath his feet also seemed to become harder to traverse.
With every step, it wasn't his ankles sinking into nests of grass, it was his shoes stepping into mud pits that appeared out of nowhere. Every step was incredibly difficult.
"This is really a case of 'seeing the mountains in the distance, exhausting the horses'."
