Flying Swords whistled through the dense forest of Qixia Mountain at a rapid pace.
Xie Xuanyi and True Master Jun Shan both had solemn expressions.
Although Meng Kejian had not appeared, the oppressive feeling from behind never dissipated; Xie Xuanyi could feel the commander of Yuzi Camp's Divine Thought locking onto him from afar... As expected, today's assassination trap at Qixia Mountain had not yet concluded. The fog was thick, and the path ahead was uncertain. Thankfully, no other ambushers leapt out from the sides of the dense forest.
"… Benefactor?"
After a short while, a weak moan slowly arose.
Mi Yun awoke in the arms of True Master Jun Shan.
He looked at the retreating trees around him, and listened to the piercing sound of the wind, dazed for a moment.
This was no longer the familiar mission group, the familiar carriages.
This was... fleeing for their lives.
"You're awake."
Xie Xuanyi's tone was unusually gentle: "... You can sleep a little longer."
