Early in the morning, Yan Bugui packed himself a small bundle, boarded an oxcart with the other nine new recruits of the same village, and began their journey towards the Myriad Home Village, which was thirty miles away from here. The few new recruits were joking and chatting merrily with each other on the oxcart. Their mood was as bright as the rising sun in the sky.
Yan Bugui did not join their conversation. Instead, sitting on the shaft, he turned to wave at Wu Qi and Su Qin.
Wu Qi smilingly waved his hand as he bid farewell to Yan Bugui.
Su Qin had both hands tucked under his sleeve, squatting on a rock beside the road like an old farmer as he stared blankly at the rising sun. At last, he breathed out a long sigh and said, "It is a risky journey. I just hope this fellow will not bump into those people from the Myriad Immortal Alliance, or he would be dead even if he had 100 lives!"
