"Whoosh~"
As Zhao Xiu finished speaking, Li Ming's arm had already flung open the carriage window, waving over a disciple of the Green Pine Sect.
"Don't stray too far from us. Call everyone back immediately, walk beside our carriage, and stay vigilant at all times,"
Li Ming instructed a disciple of the Green Pine Sect seriously, "On the way back, someone might ambush us!"
"Understood!"
The pupil of the Green Pine Sect disciple constricted, and he turned around at once to call the other disciples. Moments later, the thirteen of them had quickly gathered beside the carriage, their eyes warily scanning both sides of the eerily quiet street covered in snow.
"Don't return to the residence for now, later follow the main road to the Imperial City,"
Li Ming whispered instructions to the coachman in front, and then immediately took out a whistle from his bosom, took a deep breath, and blew it fiercely.
"Whoo~"
