"All is well, let us go," Yan Xun replied.
Chu Qiao nodded and took a quick glance behind her. "Where are the troops of Southwest Emissary's Garrison? Why did they not catch up?"
Yan Xun obviously would not use the story of them sacrificing themselves for the country to fool her, so he smiled and replied, "Do not worry, they will arrive shortly. We will leave first."
"Okay." Without a single doubt, she followed him and headed towards Chi Shui.
With haste, the troops initiated the river crossing. Although there was only one bridge, but within one hour, most men and horses had already crossed. Chu Qiao stood beside Yan Xun and observed the river crossing that was happening while Zhen Huang City was engulfed by flames. Suddenly, she heaved a sigh of relief. "It's been eight years. We've finally been out."
Yan Xun sighed, and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. With an emotional voice he said, "AhChu, it's been hard on you."
