For two consecutive days,
Jie Chen had been helping to pull a wooden cart.
The three little ones had finally started to look more favorably upon him, although they still refused to talk to him, at least they were willing to look him in the eye now.
What reassured Xiang Ying was that since the day of the note, Fang Qian had not appeared again.
He must have realized that it was pointless to continue following a master like her.
As they approached Lianhua Ferry, disaster struck the Exile Team.
The scorching weather, coupled with the long journey, caused many to develop blisters on their feet.
Several people collapsed as a result.
Yet, Jie Chen remained ruthlessly indifferent, commanding the team leader and soldiers to whip the Exiled Criminals, urging them to pick up the pace.
Only Xiang Ying could see that Jie Chen wanted to get them to Lianhua Ferry as quickly as possible.
Once onboard, there would be no need to walk, and their situation would be much better.
