On the official road, a long escort convoy was making its way forward, its carts and horses in neat order as dust billowed into the air.
Xie Yuan rode at the very front. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes constantly swept over the surroundings.
This stretch of official road passed through a patch of wilderness, with woods and shrubs alongside it.
It was early spring. Fresh buds had sprouted on the greenery, insects chirped and birds sang in the woods, and all things brimmed with life in a scene of tranquil peace.
Yet for an escort convoy, however beautiful such scenery might be, it was less reassuring than the bare branches of deep winter, when any ambush could be seen at a glance.
Xie Yuan remained vigilant. He alone knew what was special about this escort mission.
Four escort convoys had left the city one after another. His was clearly the weakest-looking one, and he himself had an additional grudge against the Vajra Gate. If the Vajra Gate truly intended to make a move this time, then whom they would target was as plain as day.
Since a clash was highly likely, with the enemy in the shadows and them in the open, they had to be a hundred and twenty percent careful. Though Xie Yuan was quite confident in his current strength, battles changed in the blink of an eye. He would not be careless or underestimate his enemy.
What was more, more than twenty colleagues followed behind him. Even if many of them did not fully acknowledge him, since Xie Yuan had brought them out, he had to take responsibility for their safety.
After spending some time around Zhao Xingyang, Xie Yuan had been influenced to some extent. As the one in charge, naturally he had to