"Yan Qing, Yan Ding, dual swords!" The couple proudly presented their swords.
"Chi Defeng, staff technique," Chi Defeng declared.
"Feng Yu, crutches!" An elderly woman tapped her walking stick with determination.
As Chen Fei glanced at the old woman, a faint, sweet scent wafted into his nose. It was the scent of poison. He couldn't help but sniff lightly, recognizing the distinctive odor.
"Chen Mu, archery!" Chen Fei announced, patting the longbow on his back.
"Alright, it's getting late. Let's set off," Qian Jijiang spoke, acknowledging the time constraint. If all went well, they would reach Apricot Fen City in approximately five days.
With a nod, Qian Jijiang led the way, and the rest followed suit, embarking on their journey.
