After a moment's thought, Hong Yuan immediately understood whom he meant. He smiled. "I'm faster. Wait here, Teacher. I'll go fetch Martial Uncle."
"But you'll need to give me a token, Teacher."
"Very well!" Yang Erhu gave a bitter chuckle. "This old man has stirred up such a calamity and disturbed his life of wealth and leisure. If I went myself, he'd probably curse me until I was drenched in dog's blood."
As Yang Erhu saw it, Hong Yuan had killed so many people this time solely to save him.
"I'll be right back. Hold on to this for me, Teacher."
A short while later, once he had learned the exact location, Hong Yuan wasted no time and tossed the Life-Taking Throat-Locking Spear into Yang Erhu's hands.
Whoosh!
He sprang upward and planted a foot against the trunk of a nearby tree. As the bark burst apart, he shot away like a gale, whipping vast swaths of fallen leaves off the ground.
Caught off guard as he received the spear, Yang Erhu felt his hands sink and staggered. He hurriedly steadied himself and gripped the Silver Spear tightly. Feeling its substantial weight, he could not help being astonished once again.
Hong Yuan raced out of the dense woods in the blink of an eye, still able to hear the sounds coming from Lanyue Garden.
He paid them no heed. With a push of his foot, he burst into even greater speed. Instead of heading straight to the Prefectural City, he plunged into the Yudai River.
Within a few breaths, he washed the blood from his body. His figure flickered, and he sped straight toward Linjiang Prefectural City.
He moved so fast that he became an indistinct blur, stirring up leaves and gravel and raising clouds of dust. Fortunately, he had