"Look how badly you've been scared!"
Several Transformative Force generals mocked him, then tightened their reins and charged straight at the beggar.
Chen Sanshi was already utterly exhausted and badly wounded. How could he possibly handle so many Transformative Force martial artists? He threw down the half-broken saber in his hand, turned, and darted into the bamboo grove.
"Don't let him escape!"
Several Tang army generals dismounted and gave chase.
They swung their sabers, cutting down swathes of green bamboo.
For the next several days, the three of them spent most of their time at Yunlai Inn. When they occasionally went out, it was either to take in the bustle of Huoyuan City or inspect some rare local goods. Yet whether it was their cultivation techniques and martial arts or the various Treasured Artifacts and items they carried, everything they had was no worse than what was on the market. They could only return disappointed.
But one could not become too dependent on it and lose sight of the root while chasing the branches. Everything had its advantages and drawbacks, its proper limits; too much or too little was no good.
Judging from the situation of everyone in the Fire Beard Realm learned through the Fruit of Faith, even if he pushed Xunyan Hao to its limit, he would be unable to keep them safe. Even at full speed, it would take him at least another ten-odd days to get there.
The sealed Divine Soul Wood stood there woodenly, as though sunk in a deep sleep. It was impossible to tell what method had been used on it.
The token was exactly the same as when it had connected to the first golden thread. After it quieted down, it touched the second golden thread, and once again gave a faint