As the saying went, when it rains, it pours; a ship delayed by a headwind might meet another gale.
While Fu Qingfeng paced anxiously outside Hao Shuai's room, fretting over Fu Yuechi's injuries, the sound of hurried hoofbeats suddenly came from outside Righteous Qi Manor. The scout Fu Qingfeng had sent out had returned.
The scout dismounted as soon as he reached the manor and hurried inside, shouting, "Reporting to Miss Qingfeng! The imperial convoy transporting Lord Fu in his prison cart is still three li away!"
"What?" Fu Qingfeng froze. Her father was on one side, and her critically injured younger sister on the other. She was at a complete loss and didn't know what to do.
Fu Qingfeng didn't know that Hao Shuai, who could focus on several things at once, had already heard the news from inside the room. As soon as he heard the scout's report, his Divine Thought spread out, covering the area within three li of Righteous Qi Manor.
To the northeast of the manor, a group of soldiers marched through the darkness with torches, escorting a prison cart toward them. An old man in prison clothes sat inside, his hair and beard white and his appearance rather wretched. At the head of the escort rode a man in full armor, several long sabers strapped to his back. He was none other than the Left Qianhu from the movie.
"What a Left Qianhu! No wonder he's hailed by countless onlookers as the strongest man on Earth—unmatched beneath the immortals, and one against four above them." Looking at Left Qianhu, who was brimming with killing intent and imposing might, an aura of heroic valor radiating from him, Hao Shuai couldn't help admiring him.
Of course, that was just a playful exaggeration by the onlookers. A