Wang Haohong said that this man was a born assassin and if the family didn't come to help them clean up the mess, their fate would be all the more tragic.
Now, according to Wang Haohong's plan, they were retreating toward a Mansion City. As long as they entered State City, where a Grandmaster level expert was stationed, their chances of survival would greatly increase.
But the distance to that State City was five thousand li away. Normally, even at the swift pace of ferocious beast mounts, a journey that would take only a day or two seemed like a never-ending nightmare.
After a full day's travel, they had covered only two thousand li, and Zheng Ming would occasionally appear on the path behind them, executing those who were unprepared.
This situation filled them with fear, and what had started as a frantic race had slowed to a crawl.
"Look, a falcon, that's a falcon!" a voice filled with joy woke Sikong Longxiang from his contemplation.
