The guards caught up with them within an hour.
One by one, their faces were white, and they all seemed too exhausted to even lift their arms.
Zhou Gu did not sleep deeply and had a short rest for about an hour. He looked at the guards who had followed him, then at Zhang Yun, and signaled to him, "Brother Zhang Yun, stop."
Zhang Yun stopped and turned to ask him, "What's the matter?"
"Let's discuss this. As far as I remember, there are two ferry crossings along this river, one is Qihuan Mountain crossing, and the other is Dongshui crossing," Zhou Gu said.
Zhang Yun nodded, "We are probably a day's journey away from the Qihuan Mountain crossing."
"Nangong Zheng will surely have men guarding these two crossings tightly," Zhou Gu pondered, "We might have to enter the Zhangdu Forest."
