In the silence of the night, the two carriages slowly left Xuelai City one after another.
Xuelai City was last city on the way to the Dead Swamp. Between the Dead Swamp and Xuelai City was a forest of medium sized trees, through which a narrow path had been cleared for use by mercenaries and traders.
On the carriage in front, Chu Ping was waving his whip in a relaxed manner.
Zhu Shi and Wu Yunlian's soft giggles could be heard from the carriage every now and then. They seemed to be happily chatting all the way.
In the carriage behind them, Han Feng and Ku Long were sitting outside, occasionally uttering some words.
Most of the time, they were both on alert and kept an eye on the surroundings.
Shi Yan was completely silent in his carriage.
For the past dozens of days, apart from meals, Shi Yan hardly got out of the carriage.
Every time he got out of the carriage, he wore a tired face with furrowed brows, seeming to be bothered about something.
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Late at night.
