Chen Ji looked back.
The war horse galloped, the sea of fire already behind him.
He seemed to return to the night in Luocheng City, climbing over the courtyard wall on the ladder made by Yun Yang's hands, running for their lives with a group of spies with the Liu Family in hot pursuit.
Since then, he became a non-returning guest in the Jianghu.
Chen Ji urged his horse to sprint, still holding the reins of another horse, Liao Zhong was tightly bound on the horse's back, unconscious.
Mrs. Lu leaned on the horse's back, the wind occasionally lifting the black veil of her hat, revealing the scar crossing her nose bridge.
Chen Ji glanced back, seeing no Jiefan Guard pursuing, he couldn't help but say to Mrs. Lu: "I'm sorry for dragging you into being hunted as well."
Mrs. Lu responded without turning her head: "It's fine, it's been years since I've been hunted, it's quite novel."
Chen Ji pondered silently for a moment: "Why help me?"
