Han Moze flew towards the stables and untied a horse. He flipped onto the horse and rode assertively with his black clothing rustling in the wind. His pitch-black, deeply somber eyes were strictly on the road ahead.
He rode persistently forward and heard the rising sounds of arguing, roaring, and shrieking become clearer. It sounded like there was a fight nearby.
The sound of rapid galloping broke the silence for the entire journey in the direction of outside the city.
After half an hour of fast riding, Han Moze passed the city gates.
Then, he continued down east.
After about another fifteen minutes had passed, Han Moze finally found the source of the noise.
So the tragic cried came from Mount Jade Cloud located beyond the city.
Right there and then, Mount Jade Cloud was surrounded by soldiers bearing torches. At the top of the mountain, they stared acquisitively and surrounded the prisoners to prevent them from leaving.
