There were not many people who came, but their arrival was greatly heartening. Even Zhang Xiaohua felt that today's morale far surpassed yesterday's. Smiling to himself, Zhang Xiaohua continued to play the role of a medicine boy, hiding inside the carriage with his eyes closed and saying nothing, comprehending the Dao of Heaven while studying the incantation.
The incantation for using the Spirit Guiding Technique to conceal his cultivation had reached its final critical juncture. So long as he could break through, he was fully confident that he could hide even from the Fiery Golden Eyes of the Incense-Passing Cult's seniors. If he failed to break through before reaching Dianchi Lake, he might have to think of another way then.
In the days that followed, the Heavenly Dragon Divine Cult, of which Lord Peacock had been suspicious, never sent anyone to attack again. Along the road, Incense-Passing Cult disciples from every region, in order to ensure the convoy's safety, received it ahead and saw it off behind, safely escorting it beyond their own jurisdictions. Some disciples with formidable martial arts were even specifically selected by Peacock to join the escort.
With more people guarding them, Zhang Xiaohua left the carriage even less often. Steward Yang occasionally came to check on him, but said little. Seeing the worry gradually fade from Steward Yang's face, Zhang Xiaohua knew that the convoy was becoming safer and safer.
Yet there was one thing that left Zhang Xiaohua utterly baffled. Lord Peacock had suffered grave injuries in the last battle. Her internal energy had been exhausted, her meridians damaged, and both her arm and back had sustained severe blade wounds. The Blade Aura from the steel blade had not only caused excessive blood loss, but had also injured the meridians in her arm and back,