"Young Master, the wind's picking up—run!"
By the time the last word reached his ears, the old man was already a hundred meters away.
"Old Huang, you damn bastard, wait for me!"
They said that when young masters of noble families traveled, they always had to bring along some vicious servant to help them do evil and bully the common folk.
But Old Huang's frail little body had already lived nearly sixty years. Just looking at him made one uneasy.
You feared that after taking two steps, he would either be blown away by the wind or suffer a heart attack, silently kick his legs up, and croak on the spot.
If that happened, Xu Fengnian, dignified heir of Northern Liang that he was, would not only lose someone to talk to, but would also have to go hungry and waste his strength digging a hole in the wilderness.
Yet whenever life-and-death danger struck, it was always this listless old man who looked ready to croak that ran the fastest.
Xu Fengnian had never managed to keep up with him while fleeing for their lives.
No wonder he's lived so long.
After running a few steps, Xu Fengnian heard the clanging of weapons behind him. He glanced back toward the depths of the forest.
"Young Master, hurry up and run. You don't need to worry about Lord Xuan. His martial arts are formidable. He'll be fine."
One old man, one youth, and one old horse swiftly fled the place.
They soon vanished into the dense forest.
Before reaching the city, about ten li beyond the walls, stood a stall with a sign advertising Apricot Blossom Wine.
After fleeing all the way here, Xu Fengnian was already utterly exhausted.
Smelling the fragrance of wine, he closed his eyes, took a deep