The wind was like a sharp blade, and the moon like a fully drawn bow.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
The howling cold wind screamed by his ears. Crystalline snowflakes kept falling onto his shoulders, only to be blown away without a trace by the icy gale.
Li Mu Yang was held in Lu Qingming's arms as they fled north of Mount Lan.
Tiandu City lay east of Mount Lan. Lu Qingming clearly had no intention of returning to the city. Instead, he was taking Li Mu Yang toward the northern border of the Empire.
They would pass Xianyang, then Hancheng, then Cold Valley, and eventually reach Wind City, the place where the Lu Lineage had originated and first risen to prominence.
Li Mu Yang had heard Lu Qingming speak of the Lu family's rise. Although he had been puzzled as to why Lu Qingming was telling him all this, it had also helped him understand the location of Wind City.
Seeing their direction of escape, Li Mu Yang realized that Lu Qingming intended to take them to Wind City.
But what about the Lu family? Li Mu Yang wondered inwardly.
For the sake of safety, Li Mu Yang had sent all his parents and family away. They were now far away in Wind City and should be safe for the time being.
The Lu family, however, had not left at the same time. When Li Mu Yang had rushed to Mount Lan to fight Mu Dingyi, Aunt Gongsun, Lu Tianyu, and the other core members of the Lu family had still been staying at the Lu family residence in Tiandu City.
Of course, no one had expected the situation to deteriorate to this point. Who could have imagined that a thousand-year-old family would fall apart and collapse so easily?
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