Xing Zhenya sat inside of a carriage along with her bodyguard. She stared out the window with a bored expression.
At twenty years old, she was only at the ninth subrealm of the Hunger Realm and didn’t have much hope of climbing higher. Not only was her aptitude for cultivation lacking, but she didn’t have the time to spend on it. Her days were mostly spent traveling back and forth between the Shang Kingdom and the Ming Province.
She was currently on her way back home with her caravan.
“How many days have we been traveling?” she asked.
“Ten, Young Lady,” her bodyguard answered.
“So it will take ten more days to get home,” she sighed.
Her bodyguard was a big man with broad shoulders, a large chest, and a full beard. His hair spiked in all directions and crisscrossing scars marred his l
