"I'm fine. I don't have any enemies here anyway," Xu Zimo said with an unconcerned smile.
"But what about you? Aren't you afraid of being recognized?"
"What do I have to fear? Either way, it's death," Wu Zhaodi said, her expression unnatural.
"But haven't you avenged your grudge yet?" Xu Zimo asked.
"Seriously, are you really going to let yourself be captured without resisting?" Wu Zhaodi asked.
"If you want to leave, I can help you escape. As for me, I'd like to meet the ruler of the Tianlong Empire," Xu Zimo said with a nod.
"Who said I wanted to run? Then let's meet him. He's only the Tianlong Martial Emperor," Wu Zhaodi said, forcing herself to sound strong.
"Don't worry. With me here, I'll keep you safe," Xu Zimo said, shaking his head with a laugh.
The group followed the official road onward. That afternoon, the weather gradually darkened, and wind seemed to have risen on the horizon.
The wind was mixed with mud and sand.
"Why is the sky getting darker and darker?" one of the blue-robed men muttered.
"Yeah, there was clearly still light just now."
Several blue-robed men murmured among themselves. Ge Changyun frowned slightly, then waved his hand and said, "Everyone, stop."
"What is it, Grand Preceptor?" someone asked.
"Have you not noticed that something is wrong?" Ge Changyun asked.
"What's wrong?"
"The weather," Ge Changyun said, pointing upward before falling into deep thought.
"It's a formation," Xu Zimo said to Wu Zhaodi beside him.
This formation was exceedingly concealed, perfectly blending into the entire world.
Of course, Xu Zimo's senses had discovered it at once. In truth, everyone had already been lost within this formation for some time.
"If we keep following this road, we should reach Dragon City, right?" Ge Changyun