About a hundred miles from the Silver Mist City, two carriages were heading towards the city.
These carriages were indeed the ones belonging to the entourage from the Gracious Sword Sect.
Fu Kai and Qing Shen were driving the Ferghana horses to move the carriage. However, they had slowed down a lot compared to the previous day, mainly because they were now very close to their destination.
But none of them seemed to be pleased or excited about this.
Instead, there was a weird mood all over the caravan.
Especially around the people inside it.
Xiao Ming and Yuan Shuchun, who were sitting in the second carriage, were unusually quiet.
It was especially for Xiao Ming.
He hadn't spoken a word ever since they resumed the journey after encountering the man in the forest, and all this made Yuan Shuchun quite worried.
She even asked Xiao Ming what was going on, but he just shook his head.
