Speed had always been his absolute weakness, yet now, he surprisingly had the chance to catch up, which was a huge surprise for him.
After speeding along for several minutes, he quickly approached another winding dirt road across the endless Black Soil Plains.
A group of burly men clad in black leather armor, carrying all sorts of rusty weapons, were leading their horses at a leisurely pace along the road.
Most of these men had blue tattoos on their faces, signifying that they were mostly exiled criminals who could not enter the city.
In this place, only criminals bore tattoos.
Hiss.
Li Chengyi's footsteps came to an abrupt halt as he stepped out from the shadows of a corner and approached the group of horse bandits.
"Do you... have any money?"
The group of horse bandits were startled, and it was clear from their rough, weather-beaten faces that they were taken aback and bewildered.
