With his keen five senses and profound Internal Energy, he quickly caught the clamor drifting from afar.
It was the snorting of warhorses, along with the rough, distinctive shouts of the Mongols.
Like an agile wildcat, Lin Xuan landed lightly atop the branch of a towering ancient tree and looked down through the dense foliage.
In the clearing below, more than fifty Mongol cavalrymen clad in leather armor had spread out in a fan formation, slowly advancing in one direction.
Though there were not many of them, every rider was broad-shouldered and powerfully built, with savage eyes. They were clearly the elite among elites. The curved blades in their hands glinted with bloodthirsty coldness beneath the setting sun, and the warhorses beneath them were no ordinary stock.
"Here! We found them! They're in that cave over there!"
Suddenly, a mongol centurion at the head of the group let out an excited roar, pointing toward a pile of boulders ahead.
"Take them alive! The prince has ordered it—if those two women are harmed, all our heads will roll!"
"Awoo! Awoo! Awoo!"
The Mongol Soldiers let out wolfish howls, spurred their horses on, and charged madly in that direction.
Lin Xuan's gaze sharpened.
So they really were hunting someone. And from the sound of it, two women?
He moved through the treetops, gliding along while keeping directly above the cavalrymen.
Before long, the scene ahead came into view.
Two slender figures were supporting each other as they stumbled out from behind the pile of rocks, fleeing deeper into the forest.
They were two exceedingly young women.
The woman on the left wore a somewhat worn pale-green outfit. Slim and graceful, her long hair hung messily over her shoulders. Though her face was covered in dust, it could not conceal her delicate, unworldly