The wheels rumbled, then suddenly tipped to one side and sank into a large pit.
The lead carriage lurched to a halt.
"Stop!"
Fang Hong, the captain of the mounted guards at the front, raised her hand and shouted.
"Something's wrong!"
Her gaze swept across both sides.
The forests on either side were dense and gloomy, with an indistinct chill seeping out.
The sky was dim as well, as though rain might fall.
In such murky surroundings, they were about to pass through a narrow stretch of mountain road.
Terrain like this was highly likely to be chosen by bandits as an ambush site.
As the strongest person among this escort, Fang Hong felt her heart faintly drum with unease.
She was not worried about her own safety, but about whether the goods could remain safe.
After all, if too many vehicles were damaged, the road ahead would become even harder to travel.
At her command, the guards around them drew their weapons. Some put on fist guards and knuckle-dusters, while others quietly pressed hands to the pouches of poisonous liquid at their waists.
Ever since the Myriad Poison Sect had risen to fame, many martial artists in Taizhou had begun following its example and using poison in duels.
This greatly increased the survival rate of ordinary martial artists, and was therefore deeply welcomed by everyone.
Wei He had also joined forces with the Wang Family, secretly producing quite a few poisons, toxic liquids, and poisonous powders. Business had been booming, earning him plenty of supplies and wealth.
Everyone turned their horses around, ready for anything.
Yet apart from the mountain wind, there was no one around.
"It should just be the mountain wind." Fang Zheng, the leader, said in a deep voice, visibly relieved.
The fewer fights they had