Two white-haired elders, whose ages added up to over a hundred years, sat under the scorching sun, bowl after bowl, drinking wine. Tian Zhide and Fei Yonglin, not seeing anyone chasing them as they had expected, felt a sense of relief. No longer anxious, they each found a spot to sit down.
Fei Yonglin even looked back; by all logic, with the caravan stopped here, the Divine Martial Mansion that was supposed to be urgently transporting goods from Fufeng to Liangzhou should be the most anxious. Yet, the forty or so Divine Martial martial artists were only quiet and said nothing.
To the point where after the two elders finished their wine, the one with the most murderous aura even took out two jars of fine wine from the carriage and sent them over, making Fei Yonglin even more puzzled.
Where in the world are there delivery men who are not in the slightest bit anxious?
Indeed, this is like the emperor being untroubled while his eunuchs are in distress.
