Just when Lin Yuancheng was thinking about hiding in a shady spot by the road, suddenly, a fork appeared within his sight.
As his horse reached the side of the fork, Lin Yuancheng glanced up and saw a wisp of cooking smoke rising in the direction the path led to, which was not more than a distance of an arrow shoot from the main road.
It looked just like wanting ice but finding hail: where there's smoke, there must be people. Wouldn't it be reasonable to ask for a bowl of water?
Thinking this, Lin Yuancheng turned his horse and followed the fork.
The horse went through the woods, and after a short distance, the fluttering tavern flags appeared, and a rather nice-looking tavern was situated there.
At the sight, Lin Yuancheng dismounted immediately, quickened his pace, led his horse to the tavern entrance, tied it up casually, and ducked under the cool eaves by pushing aside the door curtain.
