The large merchant convoy, along with hundreds of escorts, proceeded through the biting cold wind on the prairie. Pang Lan and Su Deng occasionally had to adjust their route. Last night, they had fled in such a hurry that they couldn't pay attention to the direction, so now they had to repeatedly correct themselves using the map.
A thin layer of ice had formed on their eyebrows, and if they couldn't find a place to set up a stable camp soon, they might freeze to death on the prairie.
Although Su Deng and Su Li were children of the Su Family and practiced martial arts since they were young, they had never experienced anything like this before. They thought about how the Tatar riders had pursued them mercilessly last night, and how difficult it had been to escape.
"Brother, who were those people last night?" Su Li asked during a break for a meal.
