Qian Faliang followed closely, his face exhilarated as he wiped off the rain from his angular face.
"Thanks to the master, I've found those thieves! But I'm weak, so we'll need the master's strength to capture them!"
Qi Yue already had some suspicions but did not show them.
"You a dog, now giving orders to the master!"
"I wouldn't dare!"
With the sound of a horse's neigh, the carriage wheels sped up, tossing up dust that landed precisely on Qian Faliang's face.
"You fat cow, I'll make you kneel and beg for mercy very soon."
The wind was fierce and the rain heavy; as soon as these words were uttered, they were swallowed up by the muddy ground, disappearing without a trace.
Braving the rain, the journey took about a shichen, and the convoy of exiles finally arrived at the entrance to the canyon.
Seeing the only path blocked ahead, Qi Yue raised an eyebrow.
Was it time for action?
She turned her head to look at Qian Faliang.
"Is there another way out of this place?"
