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At 3:45 AM, the first hint of dawn appeared on the horizon.

Wu Feng slowly finished his practice, opened his eyes, and exhaled a long breath.

It condensed into a straight white ribbon in the cool morning air.

He stood up, his joints making a series of soft, cracking sounds as he moved.

Walking back to the campfire, I found it had long since gone out, leaving only a pile of ashes, the warmth gone.

Li Qinglu was still lying on the withered leaves, curled up, the clothes covering her body slipping down a bit.

He bent down, covered himself with the clothes again, and tucked the blanket in.

Wu Xingyun opened his eyes and looked at him.

Those eyes didn't have the drowsiness of someone just waking up; they were as awake as if they hadn't slept all night.

She leaned against the tree trunk to stand up, walked to the side, took out a water bag from her bundle, drank a couple of sips, and then handed it to him.

Wu Feng took it and drank a couple of sips as well.

The water was a little cold, but refreshing, dispelling the dryness in my mouth after a night of cultivation.

He walked to the edge of the woods and took out the leftover roasted lamb and naan bread from his backpack.

He gathered a pile of dry branches and leaves, lit them with a tinderbox, and started a fire.

Flames leaped up, and hot air rushed towards us.

He skewered the mutton on tree branches and roasted it over a fire. The fat sizzled, smoke rose, and the aroma gradually spread.

Once it was heated up, he tore off a piece and tasted it; it was warm.

He took the roasted mutton and naan bread back to the campfire and shared them with Wu Xingyun.

Wu Xingyun took it and ate it in small bites.

Li Qinglu woke up at this moment. She opened her eyes, her gaze somewhat dazed, blinked, and then propped herself up to sit up.

The clothes covering her slipped off, she looked down, picked them up, patted off the withered leaves stuck to them, folded them neatly, and handed them to Wu Feng.

Wu Feng took it and put it into his backpack.

Li Qinglu sat down beside him, took the mutton and naan bread he offered, and ate slowly and gently.

After the three finished eating, they extinguished the fire and continued on their way.

Wu Feng picked up Li Qinglu, touched the ground with his toes, and used the Lingbo Weibu technique, his figure transforming into a light blue streak as he sped off towards the northeast.

Wu Xingyun followed behind him, always keeping a distance of about three zhang.

The morning light shone from the east, casting long shadows that flew swiftly across the forest clearing.

The branches and leaves rushed past my side, creating a whistling sound.

Li Qinglu wrapped her arms around Wu Feng's neck, buried her face in his chest, and occasionally looked up at the rapidly receding tree canopy above her head before burying her face back down.

On this day, they deliberately avoided the towns of Western Xia and traveled directly through the wilderness.

They rested for half an hour at noon, ate some dry food, and continued on their way.

As evening fell, we found a secluded valley, lit a fire, roasted some mutton, and rested there after eating.

After nightfall, Wu Feng continued to cultivate the Northern Darkness Divine Art.

The moonlight shone into the valley, and the rock walls gleamed with a cool, clear light.

He sat cross-legged on a flat bluestone, the Northern Darkness True Qi flowing through his meridians, washing over him again and again.

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The pulse was steady. He was immersed in the circulation of that true energy.

The next day at dawn, they continued their journey.

On the evening of the third day, they finally arrived at the border town of the Song Dynasty.

The border town is small, and the city walls are earthen yellow, with some sections peeling away to reveal the rammed earth underneath.

The city gate was open, and several gatekeepers in old leather armor leaned lazily against it, some yawning and others talking in hushed tones.

There weren't many people coming and going at the city gate; occasionally there were a few peddlers carrying loads and a few farmers driving donkey carts.

Wu Feng put Li Qinglu down, and the three of them walked into the city.

The streets in the city were narrower than those in Xingqing Prefecture, with low mud-brick houses and small wooden buildings on both sides, and banners hanging under the eaves.

There weren't many people on the street, and most of them spoke with local accents. Occasionally, you could see a few traveling merchants dressed in coarse cloth.

They found a guesthouse that looked relatively clean.

The inn's facade was small, with two faded red lanterns hanging under the eaves, and some of the paint on the door panels was peeling off.

Pushing open the wooden door and walking inside, there were seven or eight wooden tables and several benches, which were fairly clean.

The shopkeeper was an old man in his fifties with a goatee, wearing a gray cloth long gown, and was leaning over the counter calculating with an abacus.

Hearing someone enter, he looked up, his gaze sweeping over the three men, and a smile plastered on his face: "Sirs, looking for a room?"

"I'll stay here." Wu Feng walked to the counter. "I'd like two superior rooms, and a meal to be delivered to the room."

The innkeeper fiddled with his abacus: "Two superior rooms, one tael of silver per room per day, payment in advance. How many days will you be staying, sir?"

"Stay for one night." Wu Feng took out a two-tael silver ingot from his sleeve and placed it on the counter.

The shopkeeper took the silver, weighed it in his hand, put it in the drawer, and took out an account book to write it down.

Then he called out to the back, "Waiter, take the guest to a superior room in the back courtyard! Also, have the kitchen prepare a meal and deliver it to rooms number three and four!"

A young waiter ran out from behind, a yellowed rag draped over his shoulder, a smile plastered on his face: "Sir, please follow me."

The three followed the waiter through the lobby, down a corridor, and into the backyard.

The backyard is small, paved with blue bricks, and has an old locust tree in the middle with lush branches and leaves.

The two main rooms are next to each other, with their doors facing the courtyard.

The waiter pushed open the door of one of the rooms: "Sir, this is room number three, and room number four is next door. Please feel free to call me if you need anything."

Wu Feng nodded and went inside to take a look.

The house wasn't big, but it was kept very clean.

A wooden bed, covered with coarse cloth bedding;

A wooden table with a teapot and teacups on it;

A wooden shelf stood in the corner, holding a copper basin. The window was covered with paper, so the light coming in was dim.

He turned around and came out, looking at Wu Xingyun: "You'll stay in this room." Then he looked at Li Qinglu: "You'll stay next door to me."

Li Qinglu nodded, a smile curving her lips.

Wu Xingyun didn't say anything, walked into the room, and closed the door.

Wu Feng led Li Qinglu into the next room. After entering, Li Qinglu took off her straw hat and placed it on the table.

She walked to the window, pushed it open, and saw the backyard outside, where the branches of the old locust tree swayed in the twilight.

She took a deep breath and turned to look at Wu Feng.

"Wu Lang," she spoke softly, "is this the Great Song Dynasty?"

"Border Town," Wu Feng said, walking to the table and sitting down. "It's still far from the heart of the Song Dynasty."

Li Qinglu nodded and sat down next to him. She leaned back in her chair and let out a long sigh.

After three days of travel, although Wu Feng had been carrying her the whole time, she was still exhausted and her face showed signs of fatigue.

Wu Feng looked at her and reached out to peel off the fake mustache that was sticking up above her lips.

The glue on the edges of the fake beard had dried a bit, and she frowned slightly when she peeled it off.

He placed the fake beard on the table and looked at her face, which had returned to its original state.

The skin tone is a bit darker because the powder hasn't been washed off yet.

Her eyes were still gentle and kind, though they looked a little tired but were still bright.

Li Qinglu watched as the corners of his mouth curved up, and a smile spread from the depths of his eyes.

A knock came at the door, and the waiter's voice rang out: "Sir, your food has arrived."

Wu Feng got up and opened the door. The waiter came in carrying a large tray and placed several dishes on the table: braised pork, steamed fish, garlic vegetables, a large bowl of Pearl Jade White Jade Soup, and two large bowls of rice, all steaming hot and fragrant.

The waiter set out the food, smiled, and left, closing the door behind him.

Wu Feng went out and called Wu Xingyun over. The three of them sat down at the table and started eating.

Li Qinglu picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of braised pork, and ate it in small bites.

They eat slowly and gently, pursing their lips and making no sound while chewing.

Wu Feng and Wu Xingyun also started eating. The meal lasted for about 15 minutes, and the three of them finished all the food.

Li Qinglu put down her chopsticks, leaned back in her chair, and let out a satisfied sigh.

Wu Xingyun greeted them and then got up and left the room.