"Oh? Is it that good?"
Hearing Li Huowang say this, Bai Lingmiao carefully took it in both hands, curiously rubbing the ink imprint with her fingertips.
Just as Li Huowang was about to help her with some of the difficult parts, he saw Bai Lingmiao's eyes suddenly widen. "Senior Brother Li, there's someone to the east—I think something's coming."
Li Huowang glanced at her, pulled open the carriage curtain, and walked out.
After passing through a patch of woods, Li Huowang quickly found the source of the voices—it was two carriages, fleeing in panic.
They seemed to be driving their carts into the forest, trying to hide from something.
But it was obvious they were being too optimistic; after just a few steps, the carriages were caught up in vines and branches.
Soon after, the pursuers arrived—a group of ragged, skinny men.
