The "Falcon of Shuofang" had no clue how he survived that deadly slash, but there was no need for him to ponder it. Although he was young, he was well-versed in combat. Subconsciously, his body reacted; he rapidly pulsed his abdomen and took three deep breaths, then, like a released rabbit, he sprang up and immediately dashed toward the outskirts of the military camp.
To his surprise, no one chased after him from behind. Instead, any Hu Lu soldier who was foolish enough to try blocking his path was neatly bisected by a flash of silver light.
Realizing someone formidable was protecting him from the shadows, the young man ran like mad. Once he burst out of the camp, he saw a young Taoist dressed in a black robe, carrying a large gourd on his back, and looking rather thin. The Taoist was sitting on a winged Flying Tiger, smiling and waving at him.
