The carriage quickly left the vast grassland behind, and the road ahead gradually became rugged. Further ahead lay the Tiantu Mountains.
In the carriage, the brother and sister occasionally chatted, while the two men opposite them had already settled down quietly. They were planning to make their move on the mountainous stretch in the Tiantu Mountains.
All along the way, Ye Wutian was extremely quiet, sitting as still as a statue. He was resting with his eyes closed, having talked all night with Lin Qingya the previous evening, he was now somewhat drowsy.
The woman would sometimes tilt her head and glance at Ye Wutian. His disguise made her curious. Finally, she couldn't help but whisper to the young man beside her, "Brother, why does he dress like that?"
The young man turned his head to glance at Ye Wutian, then turned back and said, "He must not want to reveal his identity, or perhaps he's so incredibly ugly that he can't bear to show his face."