By the time Lei Zhenzi explained everything and waited for Jiang Ziya to move all the mountains away, who knew how much time would have passed?
Meanwhile, Ji Chang stood rooted to the spot, at a loss for what to do.
The sage he had gone to such lengths to invite had been carried off on the back of some passing birdman?
What was that supposed to be?
Gao Jieneng, still hiding in the woods and waiting for his chance to act, was equally baffled. Just where had that birdman come from?
He pondered it for ages without arriving at an answer, so he could only keep waiting and observe a little longer. If that birdman was not on his side, things would get troublesome. Though he was the Martial Top Scholar, he was only a warrior who fought on land. There was little he could do against someone who could fly.
Just then, it began to rain.
The rain was light, carrying a faint chill.
Ji Chang had come back to his senses. Jiang Ziya was gone, but he still had to return to Xiqi.
Braving the fine threads of rain, he urged his horse onward, raising his head and squinting at the road ahead.
Mist swirled over the way ahead. Fortunately, Bo Yi had already led men to repair the road. It lay hidden in a white haze of moisture, impossible to make out clearly, but it was perfectly level, making mishaps unlikely.
Ji Chang sighed. His clothes were already wet, and his body felt cold.
He involuntarily coughed a few more times, seemingly bringing up traces of blood, and his head ached slightly.
This was sparsely populated country to begin with. There were no travelers on the road, and in the distant villages, every household had long