The turtles were native to Go Table Mountain, so they were naturally very familiar with the mountain paths. Moreover, their ability to traverse mountainous terrains was also far superior to donkeys and hinnies, so it wasn't long before they arrived at the outskirts of Go Table Mountain. If they used the post road and headed south for another 10 kilometers, they would arrive in Red Candle Town. 

Even though this post road was obstructed and partially cut off due to the sudden fall of Jewel Small World, Chen Ping'an and the others still decided against using it out of an abundance of caution. They didn't want the three giant turtles to startle the hunters, woodsmen, or merchants.

Chen Ping'an and the others took a break on the top of a small mountain. Li Huai looked around in anticipation. Even though he detested the young mountain lord, A'Liang had said that the horizontal treasure pagoda was filled with treasures, one for each of them. Li Huai was extremely eager to get his hands on one, and he was thinking about how he would show off to his sister Li Liu when he saw her again in the future.

Wei Bo quickly arrived as promised. He didn't use his mystical power to travel through the earth this time, and he instead strode up the mountain with his white robes billowing in the air and his large sleeves fluttering like two wandering clouds. Even Li Baoping's maidservant Zhu Lu had to concede that the young mountain lord was the living embodiment of the description "spirited and handsome".

Behind the handsome mountain lord were A'Liang's white donkey and the Li Clan's horse. Not only had they kept up with everyone, but the donkey and horse didn't appear tired at all — Wei Bo had most likely used some kind of mystical ability.

Carrying the long wooden box in his arms, Wei Bo — who was heaven knows how many hundred years old — first bowed and paid his respects to A'Liang. A'Liang nodded back in acknowledgment.

At this moment, the shrewd mountain lord and the light-hearted swordsman surprisingly gave off the same feeling.

It was as if they were companions pursuing the same Great Dao.

Wei Bo handed the bright red wooden box to A'Liang, and Li Huai hurriedly ran over to caress the box that was made from some unknown wood. The wooden box was warm to the touch, and it felt as if he were running his hands over the most valuable silk satin in one of Dragon Riding Alley's fabric stores. 

He had gone to a fabric store with his mom and sister to get clothes...