The setting sun sank westward, a round crimson sun hanging far off in the clear sky above the western hills.
On a quiet country path through the wilderness, three fine horses came trotting slowly with a clip-clop. The slanting rays of the setting sun stretched the shadows of the three riders and three horses long behind them. They were Qin Shiyue, Ying Fei, and Zhang Xiaohua.
Several days had passed since the massacre at Xinji Town. Ying Fei's injuries had long since improved. The poisoned arrow had pierced his left arm without damaging the bone, and the poison had been promptly cleared out. He had merely needed the town physician to clean the wound thoroughly. Besides, the medicinal herbs used were all from the Heavenly Dragon Divine Cult—how could he fail to recover?
Zhang Xiaohua was still listless and distracted as he followed behind the other two. Over the past few days, he had completely abandoned the thought of fleeing with his lightness skill. Qin Shiyue's decisive slaughter had left a deep impression on him. Before he was absolutely certain of success, he would not repeatedly test Qin Shiyue's bottom line. Qin Shiyue had indeed said he would bring him back intact to answer to the cult leader, but who knew whether he might change his mind?
It was better to keep his head down and cultivate.
Ever since learning at the Ma family why the Immortal Path had been annihilated and martial arts had flourished, and learning the difference between the Immortal Path and the martial path, Zhang Xiaohua had known that he had stepped in dog shit and stumbled by sheer accident onto the path of immortality. No one had walked this path for ten thousand years. Having witnessed the power of an Immortal Path Formation, he had