"Thud thud thud—"
On the broad highway, dozens of steeds galloped from afar, resembling swift-moving dark clouds under the night sky.
Mo Yan and Xiao Ruiyuan were encircled in the middle by fifty Imperial Secret Guards, advancing towards the direction of Jing City at a very high speed. The four animals, whose senses were far more acute than humans, coordinated tacitly. Dabai and Mao Tuan led the way in front, ready to alert the rest of the party in case of any disturbances, while Little Flower Red Python hovered at the back to prevent any surprise attacks from behind.
The Golden Beast, carrying Mo Yan on its back, deliberately slowed its pace, running side by side with Xiao Ruiyuan's mount. Its fearsome presence, however, urged all the horses to exceed their usual speeds considerably.
Therefore, in less than half an hour, they were only fifty miles away from Jing City.
