The grand carriage, pulled by four strong horses, galloped furiously down the road. Yet, the coachman was still not satisfied, anxiously whipping the horses' haunches.
Li Huowang rested his arm on the carriage window, gazing at the verdant sea of trees outside.
We're not far from Niuxin Mountain now. I wonder how they're doing. But with Bai Lingmiao's Second God and Gao Zhijian there, ordinary bandits shouldn't be able to harm them.
Suddenly, Li Huowang felt a gaze shoot out from the forest. When he turned his head to look, he found nothing.
"Ahem—since we're about to arrive, I might as well explain the plan for this assignment to you."
The voice of the Record of Appearance pulled Li Huowang's thoughts back. He turned to look at the old eunuch, who sat holding the Rotten Wood Ruyi as if it were a skinny cat.
