TROT —!
TROT —!
Two brown horses pulled a carriage through the wide, desolate streets. The lanterns on houses chased away the darkness into the alleys where the homeless lay.
Some drunkards staggered on the road, muttering rubbish yet gulping more wine from their gourds.
Inside the carriage were two men sitting cross-legged. An old man with white hair, a beard, and a white robe closed his eyes, a peaceful aura lingering around him, while the other had a golden mask hiding his face and neck.
He kept pulling the curtain and looking out the window. [Why did the meeting have to be at night?]
He turned to Old Li.
"You had the chance to stay back but you refused." Old Li responded calmly.
[How could I reject the opportunity to see the city lord's magnificent manor?]