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"Too dangerous," Su Xuchun's face turned slightly pale, "Let's stick together. I'll send a message to Kongtong right away."
"We have to know what happened," Sui Zaihua said.
Ji Changcun frowned and nodded, his longsword already unsheathed.
Sui Zaihua then swept backward.
Within three breaths, the carriage and horses were out of sight. Amid the blinding snow and wind, Sui Zaihua tensed up. Below the snow, among the winds, atop the cliffs, behind the rocks... he was fully alert at every possible hiding spot, but nothing happened, as though it was all just their paranoia.
At last, he returned to the mouth of the valley, where he examined the symbol that had been worn down a layer... Indeed, it was consistent with the traces carved two miles away.
Sui Zaihua immediately turned his head, looking westward. Between the mountain hollows, shadowy trees were indistinct, and no signs of people were seen.
