The guards who went forward to investigate reported back with extremely grave expressions.
Their team consisted of only a hundred or so people, and while there were strong individuals among them, they had no idea how they compared to the slaughtered merchant group.
A merchant group of 300 people couldn't possibly be without powerful individuals.
Zhao Chen's gaze fell ahead, and he pondered slightly.
At this moment, they were only a little over fifty thousand li away from Qingyun Town.
If they really wanted to return on their flying swords, it wouldn't take long.
Even traveling to Sanhuo City wasn't considered too far, with true sword-flying speed, it wouldn't take a day.
"Brother Han, why don't you—"
Zhao Chen's words came to a halt as he turned around to look at Han Muye.
Because Han Muye was already slowly urging his horse forward.
