The Dragon Colt neighed, encountering a gulch and nearly stepping into the void. The carriage's speed paused, drifted horizontally around a bend, and came to a steady halt. Ji Yanzhong gasped for breath, cold sweat beading on his forehead, as he lifted his head to look into the distance.
He had already fled quite a distance.
Yet, over these hundreds of miles, one could still see, from the Central State City, a blazing red, like a crimson Divine Sword, soaring into the sky. Its grandeur unfurled in every direction, transforming into fire.
Ji Yanzhong grew up in Central State City.
He was incomparably familiar with everything there.
He didn't even need to think too much to deduce that this blazing redness, soaring high like fire, was right at the royal palace hall.
Ji Yanzhong instinctively wanted to urge the horse and carriage towards Central State City, but as the carriage moved slightly, a look of struggle appeared on his face, sensing Ji Ning'er sleeping quietly inside.
