"Very good. Captain Zhang, take this chest. Set out now and deliver it to His Majesty!"
"Yes!" Zhang Tao took it. "My lord, shall we stay overnight in West River tonight?"
"Yes!"
Lin Xiaosu's gaze fell upon a city several dozen li away.
It was ancient—West River Prefecture, a prefecture near Ning City, the capital of Huzhou.
"My lord, entering West River at night... are we changing prefectural governors again, again, again?" Fufu asked.
The people around them nearly burst out laughing.
This girl—changing the prefectural governor was one thing, but she had to say "again, again, again"...
But they had all received professional training, so they held back their laughter.
Lin Xiaosu smiled. "We won't fuss with that business tonight. Let's go!"
Zhang Tao took off, shooting toward Capital City.
As the captain of the guards, he had turned himself into an express courier shuttling goods between two places. The more he did it, the more addicted he became.
Most importantly, he did not worry in the slightest that the things under his protection would go wrong.
Because this lord's cultivation was growing stronger and stronger.
Zhang Tao had personally witnessed him slaughtering all directions on the battlefield. The might of his Sword Dao and the wonder of his movement technique were both beyond anything he could match. With a master like this, what was the point of having him, the captain of the guards, protect him at his side?
In any case, no Rule Enlightenment Realm cultivator could kill him in a single strike.
Once they became entangled, Mad Wolf would arrive as well.
Mad Wolf's true combat strength was even greater than his.
Together with three thousand troops, it could be said that no Rule Enlightenment Realm cultivator could possibly kill him.
To kill him, one would