Only after he could no longer sense the pursuers' presence did Liang Hui put away the chariot.
Hiding his aura, he headed towards the territory controlled by the Zhou Dynasty, as he remembered.
Time passed swiftly, and another four days went by.
A city came into the young man's view, one that was entirely different from the cities within the Chu Nation.
Since he began his escape with Qing Yi, Liang Hui had been either cultivating or killing.
It'd been a long time since he ventured into a city to experience the worldliness.
'Let's rest a bit!'
The youth whispered in his heart. After all, even the most resolute heart can grow weary, and he was no exception.
The light of his sword began to recede and dissipate.
Soon, a figure with a Taoist Sword on his back, draped in a blue robe, appeared at the foot of the city.
He lined up with the crowd entering the city.
As time ticked by every second, Liang Hui swiftly entered the city.
