As word of the public execution spread, Shi Chun's people were not the only ones running about to save his life.
The Bai Clan had also begun making efforts.
The Extreme Fire Sect had been trying to get its people out even before learning of the impending execution. Unfortunately, the signs that Yin Tianlu had joined forces with the Demonic Path were growing ever clearer. Their rescue efforts now amounted to little more than feeble groans. Those in the know not only dared not help them, some even showed signs of deliberately avoiding them.
The relatives and friends of the hundreds of Royal Court guards facing execution were searching everywhere for connections to pull strings, but scarcely any of them made headway.
Beside the stream near the little courtyard on the outskirts, a disguised Wu Jinliang came out for a stroll, taking the initiative to chat with people and ask about the situation.
He had no choice. As the public execution drew closer, he too was finding it hard to sit still.
They had agreed that Shi Chun would contact him as soon as he got away. It was already this late, the execution was almost upon them, so why had there still been no word?
A vague suspicion crept over him that something might have gone wrong. The uncertainty was tormenting him.
Deep within the rainbow lay an immortal abode. Confined in Green Mound, the Golden-Haired Rat Clan had known nothing of Shi Chun's predicament, but they learned of it before leaving.
The matter of Shi Chun's supposed friendship with the Green Mound Ancestor had already been settled here: no such friendship existed. There was therefore no reason to shelter the Golden-Haired Rat Clan any longer, and they were expelled outright.
Before the Golden-Haired Rat Clan could turn away