More than a dozen tall, exotic steeds galloped among the mountains, their hoofbeats echoing through the peaks.
Tie Xiaochuan lay on a stretcher borne between two horses. The arrangement was remarkably stable: the woven-vine frame was sturdy, and even as the horses ran, it barely jolted. Animal hides had been spread over it, making it comfortable to lie on.
Tie Xiaochuan, however, looked thoroughly unhappy. His face was ashen, and his eyes were half-open as he occasionally glanced toward Fang Mo's back at the head of the group, a trace of resentment flickering in his gaze.
He hadn't expected Fang Mo to refuse him. The reason was that Fang Mo had promised Gu Lingfeng he would become Ling Cangyan's disciple.
Even when Tie Xiaochuan brought out his strongest body-refining technique, Fang Mo still wouldn't change his mind. It left him both fond and frustrated. He liked that Fang Mo stood by his principles and kept his word, yet hated how inflexible he was. Was he, a True Person of such stature, really supposed to beg the young man?
"Stubborn fool!"
Tie Xiaochuan cursed under his breath, then shut his eyes in frustration. The three men guarding him had all heard.
The three exchanged glances. Tie Xiaochuan had cursed more than a few times on the journey.
They couldn't help but marvel at how unfair the world was: when you compared people, some were destined to be discarded like worn-out goods. Countless people in Tianli Sect wanted to become Tie Xiaochuan's disciple, but he hadn't given any of them a second glance. Yet somehow, he'd taken a liking to Fang Mo.
The infuriating part was that Fang Mo had actually turned him down. Tie Xiaochuan was angry, but more than anything, he was unwilling to give up.
Fang Mo knew, of