Two days later, Yang Fei had already left Huaxia behind.
This was a vast and boundless wilderness, with knee-high wild grass everywhere.
A black mud road stretched out into the even more distant wilderness.
There would occasionally be clusters of jungle and shrubbery, but they were quite sparse.
Yang Fei had discovered the trace of the Blood Slave a day ago.
By now, more than ten hours had passed.
Contrary to Yang Fei's expectations, the Blood Slave had not taken the waterway.
And by Yang Fei's estimation of the Blood Slave's journey, this guy might already have reached the Land of Chaos.
Fortunately, along the way, Xiao Xuanya's body had not been discovered.
Nor were there any reports of assaults or murders, which meant that Xiao Xuanya was still alive.
Whenever he thought of Xiao Xuanya's bewitching eyes and her enchanting, cat-like walk,
a sense of guilt inexplicably surged in Yang Fei's heart.
This girl had entrusted her safety to him,
