Master Zhuzhao frowned: "Humph, the Changbai Sword Sect is really haunted!"

Li Muchan said: "Master, it's time for us to set off!"

"...Well, okay, let's go now!" Master Zhuzhao pondered for a moment and nodded slowly.

There is no airtight wall in the world, and it is difficult to conceal the assassination. Once the Changbai Sword Sect knows his whereabouts, they will not let him go.

Once the decision was made, it was carried out immediately. Master Zhuzhao acted vigorously and urged the driver to hit the cart and leave the place immediately without delay.

The three of them got on the carriage. The moon was bright and they could walk at night, but not very fast.

The night was very cold, and the old coachman huddled up under his fur coat, but did not complain. Mrs. Zhuzhao gave him more money, which was enough for him to work hard for a year.

When the morning light broke, they were about to stop and take a rest when the rumble of horse hooves came from behind. They quickly arrived and surrounded the carriage in a blink of an eye.

Wen Yinyue pulled out the curtain, her face covered with white gauze, and she glanced around with her bright eyes. There were about thirty knights, all dressed in black, and each one was steaming.

Among the thirty people, five were old men and the rest were middle-aged, staring at Wen Yinyue solemnly.
Chapter completed!