They traveled for five days straight, resting only briefly along the way.
Over those five days, the two of them barely spoke.
Ji Ruobing had a personality as cold as frost. Ever since she had been snubbed after taking the initiative to speak to Xu Zimo, she had not opened her mouth first again.
Xu Zimo was happy enough to have some peace and quiet.
Though they were fellow travelers, they were no different from strangers.
That afternoon, the two had just left a city called Yue City.
Xu Zimo, who had been lying on Dark Sky Tiger's back, suddenly sat up.
"There's killing intent," Ji Ruobing said as well, her expression grave.
"Who would be hunting us down? Did you stir up some trouble?" Xu Zimo asked.
"I don't know. Maybe you're the one who caused it," Ji Ruobing shot back without yielding an inch.
As they spoke, the demonic beasts they were riding suddenly came to a halt.
The two looked ahead and saw three figures sitting not far away.
Between the three figures, a campfire burned slowly.
The crimson fire sketched the outline of blood.
The three remained silent, merely sitting quietly beside the fire.
One held a jade flute, another was painting something with a brush, while the last gently wiped the longsword in his hand.
The three formed a bizarre sight.
At less than twenty meters apart, they faced one another from afar.
"The fire is about to go out," the brush-wielding man said blandly.
"The fuel has arrived," the sword-bearing man replied in a hoarse voice.
As for the last man, he merely gave a sinister chuckle without saying a word.
"Do you gentlemen need something?" Ji Ruobing stepped forward and asked.
"We've come to borrow something," the sword-bearing man said as he slowly