The official road stretched forward in the morning light, the fields on either side gradually giving way to rolling hills and sparse woodlands.
SWISH!
Fang Han controlled his speed, moving fast enough to make good time without excessively consuming his Inner Qi. The Silver-Gray Longsword at his waist swayed gently with his steps.
The wind whistled past his ears, and the chirping of birds could be heard from time to time.
Everything seemed normal, yet Fang Han's nerves remained slightly taut.
Two hours passed.
The sun climbed higher, and the sweltering heat of early summer began to rise from the earth.
The occasional merchant caravan and Martial Artist passed by on the road. They were all ordinary travelers, the strongest of them being no more than the Middle Three Grades.
'Hm?'
Just as Fang Han reached a section of the road flanked by dense pine forests, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.
