Not far from Nan Luo, Feng Ao Kuai was giving the same order. The difference was that he dispatched the archers to head towards the hills while some of the infantry made way and protected them.
Most of the soldiers were still around them, though.
They continued to walk while Mu Sheng Xi was following the youth's direction. He kept on looking at that youth with narrowed eyes.
"Are you sure that we're heading the right way?"
"Yes…"
"The nearest city is around three incense sticks of time. The other one is around three and a half incense sticks of time. This place is practically the wasteland with only few villages around one to two incense sticks of time surrounding it." Mu Sheng Xi frowned. "I don't see any of the base you mentioned."
"We're brought… here." The youth was feeling headache. However, he knew that there was no such drug nearby, so he had to bear with it.
