As winter began, a thin fog enveloped everything, and all creation was draped in morning dew, one could barely see another person within a hundred meters.
Only when the sunlight dispersed the fog did it start to spill recklessly through the car windows.
Tang Wan slightly lowered the window, letting in the cool breeze. Though chilly, the air inside the car felt much fresher. Having had the heater on with several people packed inside, it was bound to get stuffy.
"Where are we now?" The old man and Tang Wan were sitting in the back, and he had closed his eyes for a little nap as soon as they got in the car.
Tang Yunxian, seated in the passenger seat, replied, "We just left Wusu."
Jiang Jiu was driving. He was reliable in his work, which put Jiang Jinsang at ease.
"Why have we only come this far?" the old man turned to glance outside the window.
