"Money, no need for it."
Fang Zhixing felt that the money Wang Jiayun offered was a bit difficult to earn, so he simply chose not to earn it.
A man and his dog crossed through streets and alleys, traversed the county, and finally climbed over the city walls, leaving the county without causing any ripples.
The two followed the official road and traveled for half the night.
The pitch-black dawn passed, and a hint of the white belly of the fish emerged in the sky.
A large mountain appeared ahead.
Fang Zhixing took out a map from his pocket and spread it out.
This was the latest map he had purchased in the county; the route was marked in great detail.
"This mountain is called 'Nanping Mountain,' and it stands as a natural barrier to the south of the county."