A day had already passed in the blink of an eye.
It was evening.
Fan Wu had hardly rested since he left Nanjun Prefecture Government, whether it was day or night. He seemed tireless, wearing Yun Jiuqing out to the point her spirit was wilted.
Yun Jiuqing felt her legs trembling and weak, walking as if she was on a bed of soft clouds.
Perspiration, clear as crystal, had dampened her temples, leaving her feeling lethargic.
She looked up at the distant sunset.
She felt an urge to cry but had no tears!
She had already forgotten when was the last time her legs had a proper rest. She once again recalled the dread she felt when following Daoist Priest Fan from Yinghe Prefecture to Nanjun Prefecture Government, during which she nearly collapsed from exhaustion!
Suddenly.
Yun Jiuqing noticed that Daoist Priest Fan seemed to have stopped, invigorating her languished spirit in an instant!
Then, she heard Daoist Priest Fan say, "There are three villages ahead."
Upon hearing this,
