Rushed

Qian Duoduo hesitated for only a fraction of a second, then broke into a run to catch up.

"Fang Yuan! Wait for me!"

He had nothing to pack.

His worldly possessions were all on his person—his compass, copper coins, brocade pouch, and the Contribution Points he had saved up over the years were all tucked inside his sleeves.

Even if he had luggage, now was not the time to go back and get it.

Li Suxin stood in place, her fists clenched, the scabbard pressing against her thigh, tapping rhythmically.

She bit her lower lip.

She wanted to follow; following Fang Yuan truly brought a sense of security.

Yet she still had people she needed to pick up.

Half a quarter of an hour.

It was very rushed.

Li Suxin took two steps in the opposite direction, then stopped.

The fog was too heavy, and the directions were already somewhat blurred.

Gritting her teeth, she shook several stones the size of copper coins from her sleeve... those were internal contact projectiles of the White Hall,

which only a few people in the cult carried with them.

She felt around for a specially made one and crushed it.

A very low whistle sounded in the distance.

Li Suxin let out a sigh of relief and turned, running toward the source of the whistle.

By the time Qian Duoduo caught up to Fang Yuan, he was already out of breath.

"Fang Yuan, slow down!"

Qian Duoduo panted behind him like a bellows.

Whether it was his imagination or not, he actually felt unable to keep up with Fang Yuan's speed at this moment.

Previously, their paces had been similar when traveling together, but only a few days had passed,

and he now needed to jog just to barely keep up with Fang