He Xin moved quickly, but the Dan Chi Clan had prepared even more thoroughly.
That very day, after Meng Zhao had comforted Ji Rushuang, he hurried onto the road with He Xin, heading for the camp where the Rebel Army was stationed.
As for Purple Butterfly, he was currently being held within the Dan Chi tribal lands, watched day and night and unable to get away. Nor had he realized that his deputy, He Xin, had already returned to the camp...
Along the way, Meng Zhao and He Xin scarcely stopped. Using their lightness skills, they leaped and raced through mountains by turns perilous and steep as though traversing level ground, running over them as if crossing water. Often, once a mountain wind swept past, they had already vanished into the distance, moving far faster than any horse.
Charging ahead like this, they naturally stirred up some savage beasts in the mountains. Fortunately, none proved particularly troublesome, and the two killed them with casual strokes.
Racing at breakneck speed, by evening they had crossed who knew how many peaks before finally reaching a vast mountain plain. There, they saw a great camp with banners snapping in the wind, Blood Qi coiling like dragons, and the thunder of slaughter shaking the heavens.
Meng Zhao looked from afar and saw that the plain beneath the cliffs stretched as far as the eye could see. Half of it seemed to lie hidden beneath a hazy yet dense veil of water mist, making it difficult even for his divine eyes to take in its full appearance.
Still, from what he could see alone, this camp could be said to have mastered the art of setting up a military encampment. It lay beside a water source, with dangerous terrain to defend. The open ground ensured