The vast snowy plains were flying by as a lone figure moved in the direction of the border between Tuamei and Gutian Kingdoms. The two were in the state of prolonged conflict with skirmishes happening every month or two between small-scale forces.
Wu Long did not consider it much of an obstacle, as the speed at which he moved was faster than anyone who should be at the border could see, and for those who could like the mercenaries he was well acquainted with, there was nothing they could do to stop him.
In addition, Old Yen had supplied him with information about the camps and army positions of both countries beforehand, thus making it extremely easy for him to pass through.
