Chapter 229 — The Fifth Epoch
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
" Shen Mu said, "The New Year is near. I will go back to the village first. " Crimson Dragon City had long since been the property of him and Granny Zhu, and the powers within the city were for the most part those of the Nether Demon Cult.
Unlike beyond its walls, where the Nether Demon Cult called Shen Mu the Holy Master and cult leader, here in Crimson Dragon City they still called him Young Master.
After all, the city belonged to Granny Zhu, and Shen Mu was the child she had raised; that he should be called Young Master was only natural. Shen Mu took the road home once more.
A thousand li was a short distance; with the dragon qilin's turn of speed, half a day would bring him to Hidden Remnant Village.
The dragon qilin trod the river's surface, going upstream against the current.
The winter sunlight fell with a little warmth to it, not so cold as Jingping was now. Shen Mu remembered how he and Qi Xia'er had fought the ice tide together last year; passing that place, he saw Qi Xia'er leading the villagers in smoking fish, rubbing salt into the great fish that hung from the trees along the riverbank, with damp firewood smoking below so that the tang of the smoke would seep into the flesh. The people of this village had caught a great many big fish and hung them from the trees at a man's height; the flesh was crystalline and translucent, and at the New Year, when they seldom went out to hunt, they could live out the winter on this catch of the river. Shen Mu had the dragon qilin halt.
The little girl with the three braids blinked her bright eyes. "Cowherd, come home in silks and glory, have you?
Is it fun out there? " Shen Mu laughed.
"Not bad. Wherever I go, someone is trying to kill me. Have the monks of Little Thunderclap Monastery come looking for you? "