As for why it was the first save point, and not the second?
Simple. During this period, the Great Vehicle Cult Remnants in Shangyang City had not yet been anonymously reported by some shameless bastard and then wiped out in one fell swoop by the Wang Family Branch and the monks from Highland.
There were still many things He Zhao had not figured out, so how could he bear to let those little cuties suddenly suffer disaster and end up behind bars? He wanted to protect them carefully, if anything!
The Great Vehicle Cult remnants, still bleary-eyed from sleep, had just gotten out of bed when, for some reason, chills ran down their backs. Vaguely, it felt as if something terrifying was coveting them from the shadows.
"I'll skip class for today, then."
As soon as he said that, he could not be bothered to wash up or eat breakfast. He got dressed, went downstairs, and started the car in the garage.
Early in the morning, there were few vehicles on the streets.
Fortunately, it was around six-thirty. If it had been seven-thirty, he could not say the roads would be packed solid, but he was afraid it would waste a lot of time on the way.
He arrived without obstruction at the fish shop of Gao Chun, the Great Vehicle Cult's second-in-command in Shangyang City. Then he brazenly parked right in front of the man's shop and waited for the fish to take the bait.
Before long, Shopkeeper Gao, who was in his twenties but looked as if he earned the face of a man over thirty-five, drove his shabby Jin Tong van in a daze to the front of his own shop.
"Hmm?"
He looked at the half-new luxury car by the entrance, feeling somewhat puzzled. Could it