The stillness of the night was broken by a flurry of urgent horse hooves.
On the official road, a carriage and several fast horses came racing.
Xin Lin then noticed that at the end of this forest lay the official road.
Xin Lin had not expected that at such a late hour, there would still be people on the road.
The fire was fierce, and the official road was also engulfed in flames; since it was ignited by the Fire Spirit, the blaze was not easy to extinguish.
The horses and carriage were quickly blocked by the sea of fire.
Xin Lin stuck out her tongue, and after ensuring there were no casualties, she would not easily expose herself.
Her movement technique flashed in an instant, and she returned to the inn.
"Damn it, where's this wildfire coming from in the middle of the night?"
A few men with the appearance of martial masters dismounted from the horses.
Each of them was tall and strong, with swords at their waists, clearly not from ordinary families.
