Looking at the Compass in his hand, Toutian spoke to the Toutian beside him. Before they knew it, the convoy had already arrived beside them.
Beside each of the three carriages stood soldiers clad in silver armor. Their expressions were stern, long spears in hand, and each of them radiated a powerful aura.
The convoy came to a steady stop before the two of them. On the central carriage, a flawless jade-white hand slowly lifted the curtain covering the window.
A pristine, flawless face was revealed. What kind of face was this? Even a heavenly maiden descending to the mortal world would not compare to a tenth of it.
"Young Master, we are from the Great Wind Dynasty, a million li away. We are headed to the Ten Thousand Swords Holy Mountain in the Northern Frontier to witness its mountain-opening ceremony. Might Young Master know how much farther it is from here to the Ten Thousand Swords Holy Mountain?"
At that moment, a crisp voice entered Ye Buqu's ears. Toutian beside him grabbed Ye Buqu's arm and hurriedly said, "Kid, let's go. As long as we don't get involved with this convoy, neither of us will be in danger. Hurry..."
"I know. Let's go. I'll take you there. We happen to be heading the same way."
Toutian: "..."
Hearing Ye Buqu's words, Toutian suddenly widened his eyes, his gaze filled with disbelief.
He stared blankly at Ye Buqu beside him.
Now he finally understood where that omen of great misfortune had come from. So that was it. So that was it. In the end, Heaven's will could not be defied.
"Then many thanks, Young Master. If you do not mind, you and the old gentleman beside you may board my carriage."
The woman from before spoke slowly again. At that