The outline of the city walls drew closer in the moonlight. The soldiers on night watch leaned drowsily against the gateposts, completely unaware that four figures were slipping past right under their noses.
Tang Hao walked at the front. His pace seemed unhurried, yet every stride covered a distance an ordinary person could never match.
Tang San and Cinderella followed close behind, circulating the Mysterious Heaven Skill to its limit just to keep up.
Zhu Zhuqing gritted her teeth, beads of sweat already forming on her forehead. Her soul power had been exhausted in the earlier matches, and now only her stubborn refusal to give in kept her going.
Beyond the city gates, the main road stretched straight into the distance like a silver-white ribbon beneath the moonlight.
The night wind blew in from the wilderness on either side, carrying the scent of soil and withered grass. Tang Hao abruptly picked up speed, his dingy robes snapping in the wind.
Tang San flicked his wrist. A strand of Blue Silver Grass silently wound around Zhu Zhuqing's waist and swept her forward.
Zhu Zhuqing froze for a moment and looked up at Tang San, but he did not spare her even a sidelong glance. His gaze remained locked on the tall figure ahead.
"Thank..." she began.
"Don't talk. Save your strength." Tang San's voice was cold and hard as iron, without a trace of warmth.
Zhu Zhuqing closed her mouth and let the strand of Blue Silver Grass pull her swiftly through the night.
They had been out of Spirit City for nearly half an hour. The farmland surrounding the city had given way to rolling hills, and the trees flanking the main road grew increasingly dense, their branches cutting the moonlight into fragments scattered across the ground.
Just then, Tang