In the dimness of the winter night, the colors of the mountain forest deepened. With few stars and the Bright Moon hidden, it was the perfect night for murder and burial.
The sky had already darkened after the banquet. Fang Qingyuan had been prepared to spend the night at the Liu Family's residence, but who could have predicted that he'd now be in the middle of the wilderness, fleeing for his life?
Fang Qingyuan sat on Lao Bai's back, letting the beast run freely. His attention wasn't on the pursuers behind him, but on the still-unconscious Huo Xiaolan, who was giving him a headache.
It was a miracle that Huo Xiaolan, a mere mortal, had survived a battle between Cultivators. Fang Qingyuan had fed her a Spirit Pill from his sect, which had barely managed to keep her alive.
However, if she continued to be jostled about like this, she would likely die before they even reached Celestial Gate Mountain.
