As morning light filtered through the gaps in the carriage curtains, Pi Yanlin was resting his chin on the window frame, yawning.
Gu Qinghuan’s horse’s hooves trotted briskly ahead, the Xiuchun Saber scabbard clanking rhythmically against the saddle. He squinted at that neat, resolute figure, his fingers poking the half- Jade Talisman in his pocket. The characters for "Original Scripture" were still warm, feeling like a piece of glowing charcoal.
"Pi, you odd-job hand!" Gu Qinghuan suddenly reined in her horse and turned her head, the silver hairpin at the tip of her hair tossing off a cold glint in the wind. "The neighboring county is thirty miles away. Do you really think you're strolling through a temple fair?"
Chapter 52