"Fuck, we're finally almost at Zha'erqian! If we didn't fucking get there soon, I'd have gone crazy!" Jielamu gazed at Zha'erqian City in the distance. They had reached the edge of the Jungle. They also knew that Wen would never forgive what they had done, and had proceeded with extreme caution the entire way, terrified of being caught.
The journey had been grueling. With so many wild beasts and the group's morale so low, their losses had been devastating. Only seven of them remained; everyone else had died in the Jungle. But Baole and Jielamu were like dogs driven from their homes, living in constant terror, and had no mind to spare for whether those people lived or died.
Baole's expression relaxed slightly, and he said smugly, "Once we reach Zha'erqian, we'll find Yan Hao and the people from Frostmoon Cold Isle, and tell them what Wen and the others are plotting. They'll definitely guarantee our safety. Heh, it's good to shelter beneath a great tree. What will Wen be able to do to us then?"
Jielamu perked up. "I've heard Frostmoon Cold Isle treats its people pretty well. We'll be feasting on fine food and drink from now on. Won't that be a hundred times better than licking blood from the edge of a blade like we used to?"
The two exchanged a smile.
Suddenly, a leisurely voice drifted over. "I'm afraid you won't live to enjoy that good fortune."
The blood drained completely from their faces. Jielamu cried out in horror, "Captain Yuchi!"
A plain, unassuming middle-aged man stepped out from behind a tree. He glanced at Jielamu and sighed. "Jielamu, I never thought you would betray the leader too."
Jielamu gave a bleak smile. "Captain Yuchi, we failed this time. If we went back, we'd die either