The time it took an incense stick to burn passed quickly.
Fang Yuan stood before the Cao Mansion, his gaze resting on the two carriages.
Both the Cao Mansion and the Wang Family had considerable wealth. Moving it all would have taken more than three days and nights.
But with so little time, they could only grab easily carried valuables and stuff them into the carriages.
Eunuch Cao and the Han Family brothers were all mounted, surrounding the two carriages.
Foolish Egg and Third Brother sat on the driver's seats, one to the left and one to the right, clutching the reins with sweat already seeping into their palms.
Fang Yuan nodded slightly.
The time it took an incense stick to burn was too short, after all.
There had been too many things to pack.
Yet as his gaze swept over those familiar faces, his heart grew steady instead...
All they had lost were worldly possessions.
As long as the people remained, everything remained.
He did not need to speak. Everyone was already looking at him.
The Wang father and son were there. Little Bean Sprout was there. Off to one side, Zhao Si of the Carefree Sect was there too.
He had said he would take him away, and he would.
Fang Yuan counted them one by one. When he reached the last person, a thought settled in his heart: Everyone is here.
It was time.
"Fang Yuan... can we really get out?"
Eunuch Cao asked in a hushed voice.
He sat astride his horse, the hem of his python robe pressed against his legs, his fingers unconsciously rolling a silver needle inside his sleeve.
In this brief span of time, battle cries had already shaken the skies over Wushui Commandery City.
Through the gray fog, flickering fires could