Wu Qichi carried a considerable amount of gold, silver, and soft valuables on his person, which, along with those three fine warhorses, left Chen Ye quite satisfied after he finished taking inventory.
He flipped onto a horse, preparing to ride back and report.
After galloping for a distance, Chen Ye suddenly heard intense fighting and shouting echoing from afar.
He sat in the saddle, narrowing his eyes as he peered carefully straight ahead.
Before long, he spotted a disheveled figure in tattered robes rushing out at a brisk pace.
Chen Ye locked his gaze forward, and upon seeing that person's face clearly, he couldn't help starting slightly.
That person turned out to be Cui Rong!
He hadn't expected that Cui Rong had managed to escape as well, only to be accidentally run into by him.
Cui Rong also spotted Chen Ye, especially when he caught sight of the plump, sturdy warhorses led behind him; his eyes lit up instantly, and his face filled with joy.
Panting heavily, he ran up to Chen Ye, raised a hand, and ordered, "Retainer Chen! You've come just in time! Quick, give me a horse! People from the Heavy Martial Pavilion are catching up from behind."
Chen Ye sat erect in the saddle, motionless, just quietly looking down at him.
Seeing that he showed no reaction whatsoever, Cui Rong furrowed his brow and shouted, "Did you not hear what I said? Hurry and give me a horse! This young master is injured and needs to leave this place as soon as possible. Do not delay my important matters!"
Chen Ye still didn't move, but his gaze began to scan the surroundings involuntarily.
Right now, this road was completely deserted, and though the sounds of butchery in the distance were drawing closer, they were still some