After setting out from Heyu County, the entire convoy picked up speed.
He Ming and Banner Commander He seemed unwilling to encounter any more trouble like before along the way. Yi Yang and the others no longer stopped in the county towns they passed, and each day's journey was stretched to the limit.
The mutant beast horses beneath the leading riders never tired, and the elite riders of the Windbreath Cavalry had backsides forged from iron. An entire day of bouncing in the saddle did not bother them at all.
But this rapid pace exhausted the thirty Pacification Guards under Yi Yang's command.
Although they also rode mutant beast horses, their mounts had quite ordinary bloodlines and needed time to rest every day. Despite all being inner qi realm experts, the riders were far from comfortable, even if their thighs had not been rubbed raw. Every man grimaced in his saddle, yet not one uttered a complaint.
As a true astral realm expert, Xu Min naturally had no trouble. Occasionally, he glanced back at the men behind him, telling them with his eyes-endure it.
Yi Yang's people were fine, but another contingent in the convoy was struggling badly. Meng Kuo and his subordinates from the Green Canal Prefecture Evil Punishment Office clearly could not handle such an intense march. Apart from Meng Kuo, who was in the true astral realm, they were all panting for breath.
The other leader, Banner Commander He, looked considerably less pleased. He had not expected the troops he led to perform so poorly, but he said little. The convoy had been forced-marching for days.
As the convoy continued onward, they were no longer the only travelers on the official road.
The farther north they went, the more crowded the roads became.
Carriages, mounted parties, and