The Pill-Refining Hall convoy moved silently along the path of light, not daring to delay for even a moment, afraid of being left behind in this deathly still forest.
It was strange, too. Ever since the convoy had descended from Tianmu Peak, none of the carriages had shown any problems along the way. Yet at this most dangerous juncture, something had gone wrong.
Just as Zhang Xiaohua released his divine sense to observe the forest, he suddenly heard a crisp crack, followed by a burst of commotion. Standing high up, Zhang Xiaohua looked ahead and saw that one of Tianmu Peak's carriages had suffered a broken axle for some unknown reason. With a bang, the entire carriage toppled to the ground, clearly unable to continue. Once it stopped, the carriages following closely behind had to stop as well. The disciples in the rear immediately jumped down from their carriages. Without exchanging a word, they hurried to the overturned carriage and helped the driver pull out the disciples inside. At that moment, the horses that had been standing quietly suddenly pricked up their ears. With a shrill neigh, they kicked up their hooves and charged straight into the forest beside the road... The three disciples had only just helped the passengers out when the crazed horses dragged the wrecked carriage across the ground toward the woods. The four disciples reacted quickly and dodged aside. They watched as the horses dragged the broken carriage into the forest, but the depths of the woods were packed with enormous trees, dense and thick. Where was there enough open space for a carriage to pass? Moreover, the horses seemed to have been frightened by something and fled without regard for the path. After running barely thirty zhang, the carriage they dragged slammed into a massive