"Oh? Is it that good?"
Hearing Li Huowang say this, Bai Lingmiao carefully took the book in both hands, curiously rubbing the ink imprints with her fingertips.
Just as Li Huowang was about to help her with some of the difficult parts, he saw Bai Lingmiao's eyes suddenly widen. "Senior Brother Li, there are voices to the east—I think something's coming."
Li Huowang glanced at her, pulled open the carriage curtain, and stepped outside.
After passing through a patch of woods, Li Huowang quickly found the source of the voices—two carriages, fleeing in panic. They seemed to be trying to drive their carriages into the forest to hide from something.
But it was obvious they were being too optimistic. After just a few moments, the carriages were snagged on vines and branches.
Soon after, the pursuers arrived—a group of ragged, emaciated men.
