He Pingsheng gradually made up the speed and distance he had lost earlier.
After over half an hour, he finally caught up to the leading group.
In the distance, he spotted the Thirteenth Prince, the Ninth Prince, and the other disciples of the Royal Family.
But what worried He Pingsheng was that those two were not alone up ahead.
Besides the two princes, seven or eight cultivators wearing Moon-White Daoist Robes followed close behind. One disciple was even ahead of both princes.
Needless to say, this entire leading group consisted of Royal Family disciples.
Commandery Princess Weichuan had said earlier that there were four or five princes here.
So did these cultivators serve several different princes, or were they all under the Ninth Prince and the Thirteenth Prince?
He did not know.
If they all belonged to the Thirteenth Prince, he would be in trouble.
He Pingsheng was fighting alone. Although he could catch up in speed, if even three of them turned around and attacked him together, he would inevitably fall behind again.
What should I do?
How do I break through this deadlock?
"Everyone, don't act rashly!"
He Pingsheng had spotted the Thirteenth Prince, and naturally, the Thirteenth Prince had spotted him too.
Seeing He Pingsheng drawing ever closer, the Thirteenth Prince immediately ordered, "We're not far from the Black Mud Pool. Don't create complications. As long as he doesn't overtake me, none of you are to attack him. Don't end up failing to catch the fox and getting its stink all over yourselves!"
"If he dares overtake me, don't hold back. Attack him immediately and tie him down!"
That was the Thirteenth Prince's strategy.
Several of his subordinates surrounded him.
The Ninth Prince was a little over ten zhang behind him.
He Pingsheng was another ten or