Disaster Strikes a Hundred People

"Should we keep going?"

Hu Ma focused on the changes this stick of incense had brought him. All he felt was a faint clarity, the delight of someone on the verge of glimpsing an answer.

But the others were aghast. They had merely been escorting the Ancestors to the capital, keeping to themselves and bothering no one, when out of nowhere they'd been attacked by such formidable assassins.

With Hu Ma and the eldest daughter of the illustrious Yang Ming Zhou Family both fighting at their full strength, they had still nearly been brought down. They'd only just managed to drive their attackers off, and now they knew Hu Ma had been so badly wounded.

After all, the would-be assassins were still alive. Whatever their motives, they had to be ready for another attack.

"Anyway, the world's in chaos right now. There really isn't much scenery worth seeing out there."

Immortal Aunt Miaoshan was worried. All she could do was urge him, "Why don't we go back to Old Yin Mountain for now? You can recover properly there."

"Or you could write a letter to Senior Disciple Brother and have Dou Guan deliver it. Ask your senior brothers to come escort us?"

"..."

Miss Zhou Si opened her mouth. She had wanted to say something, too. There were plenty of experts in their Night Watcher sect, and with a word from her, she could summon a nearby Minor Hall Official to protect them. But then she thought of the fundamental conflict between Hu Ma and the Yang Ming Zhou Family, and realized that wouldn't be appropriate.

After hesitating, she only said, "Aren't you a Ghost Walker Great Ghost Walker's Blade, too?"

"Send out an order. Surely you can summon plenty of Minor Hall Officials to escort us. I've heard the