Those who left in the greatest hurry were the offspring of the Sorcerer Family sent by the Imperial Court. They boarded the ship and fled as though escaping, a vacant look in their eyes as if they had experienced a nightmare, sitting silently in the cabin, keeping a considerable distance from each other.
After all, if a Chief of Staff could be skinned and replaced by a Demon, who could guarantee that the people around them weren't Demons wearing human skins?
The whole interior of the cabin was as silent as death, their minds pressed with countless unspoken thoughts, but no one dared to get too close, nor did anyone initiate a conversation.
It wasn't until a detached voice came from outside the cabin.
"Gentlemen, we will soon arrive at Wangjiang. Your horses have been fed, and it is getting dark. Would you require the Warrior Army's escort to the post station?"
The question startled everyone back to reality, and they turned to look at the impassive Scholar.
