The next day, the scorching sun mirrored the restless, impatient mood of the crowd.
Tang Youyou silently grumbled to herself. They were about to descend the mountain; in just two more hours of travel, they would reach the border. She was so excited she wished she could sprout wings.
"The woods are dense here. It’s hot, but there are plenty of wild greens," Mother Tang whispered.
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