"Elder Yan, we're almost there." Yan Wen, leading Yan Xuan, ran in the first echelon.
The mud road, drenched by the heavy rain, was exceptionally difficult to navigate, every step consuming a great deal of effort. The ground seemed to be covered with glue, those who were part of Yan family were undoubtedly adding insult to injury.
In the first echelon, there were only five people, including Yan Xuan. The other four were the people Yan Xuan trusted the most.
How...how am I going to survive?
Yan Xuan thought as he panted.
How long could these people buy me time? Ten minutes or just one? Would I live through the night after running into the house? My plans seem impossible to carry out now. We should leave Pusha Village, tomorrow... No, we should leave now. It's too dangerous to stay here any longer!
Having made up his mind, Yan Xuan spoke to the person beside him.
"We're not going back. We're leaving Pusha Village now!" Yan Xuan's voice was unwavering.
