"Master, the rain just now was sudden and heavy, and the canyon ahead was blocked by some mudslides and rocks," Huo Lang said. "It will take some time to clear the path, and taking a detour would delay us even more. I'm afraid we won't make it to the town or post station tonight."
Qi Qian's gaze was deep as he looked ahead at the canyon. If they hadn't listened to Qin Liuxi and insisted on hurrying along, would they have been directly hit by the mudslide?
He glanced back at Qin Liuxi's carriage and said to Huo Lang, "It's getting dark soon. Let's not take a detour. Clear a path just enough for the carriage to pass through."
"Yes."
Chen Pi, who was nearby, ran back to Qin Liuxi's carriage after hearing this and said, "Young Master, they need to clear the canyon before we can proceed."
"Uh-huh." Qin Liuxi was still fiddling with the Thunderstruck Wood, thinking about what kind of Magic Artifact to make. A small sword?
