The Bai Family's journey was a grand affair, drawing countless onlookers from across the entire commandery. Every faction soon learned of the Bai Family's departure as well.
Yang Chen sat within the palace carriage. Quite a few young Bai Family martial artists came forward to greet him, but Yang Chen declined them all. It was not that he was putting on airs; he simply knew the intentions behind their attempts at conversation. His identity as Bai Yunfei had been fabricated out of thin air, so there was no point in trying to build friendships with these Bai Family martial artists.
For that reason, Yang Chen remained inside the palace carriage with his eyes closed, cultivating.
Time flowed slowly. Three days later, Yang Chen opened his eyes.
It had to be said that a carriage drawn by nine Purple Sun Fierce Horses was swift as lightning. Even carrying so many people, it remained remarkably efficient. In only three days, they had reached the first checkpoint on the way to the Western Forty-Two Commanderies.
This checkpoint belonged to Dragon Gate Commandery.
Beyond Dragon Gate Commandery lay Haohai Commandery. Once they entered Haohai Commandery and reached the boundary crossing, they would have crossed the border and entered the territory of the Western Forty-Two Commanderies.
Reaching Dragon Gate Commandery in just three days was indeed quite fast.
By now, the various sects and factions had sealed off every major commandery in and around Haohai Commandery, and their pursuit of Yang Chen had become even more frenzied. Anyone passing through a checkpoint had to undergo a strict inspection, without exception!
Such conduct had left countless martial artists groaning in misery, yet no one dared resist. After all, no force in the Eastern Thirty-Six Commanderies could stand against the various sects and factions. As for the