A very old woman rode a rickety carriage in the wilds of the 4th layer. Her eyes were nearly milk white in color only but they still seemed to see. Her thinned hair looked like it was about to fall out at any time but the beast pulling the cart dared not look at her.
He was covered partially in fine fur with legs larger than the other proportions of his body.
His legs pumped like thunder if he wanted but for now his stamina allowed him to pull the carriage. Paying work was hard enough for rogue cultivators to find so he did not care that she paid in cracked Immortal stones..
Worthless to Immortals, they meant a lot to Heaven Realms as they could easily aid cultivation. The ragged yellow shawl had seen better days but her Qi stones were good enough for him.
The area they were going was not dangerous either unless you ticked off the sole resident. He noticed a split stone here or there but merely kept going on the proscribed path.
