Time flew, and before anyone knew it, three days had passed.
The Southern and Northern Dynasties had suddenly gone to war. After their initial panic, the border city's people realized the fighting would not reach Great Wei's own soil for the time being. Their spirits gradually settled, and the bustle of everyday life returned to the streets and alleys.
"Steamed buns..."
"Candied hawthorns..."
Amid the clamor filling the streets, a small carriage approached, heading toward the Carriage House in West City.
Its door curtain and window curtains were lowered, hiding the interior. A young swordswoman sat outside, wearing a bamboo hat and cradling a sabre, her gaze wandering casually over the street. A big, fat bird squatted beside her.
Three people traveled on foot outside the carriage.
Leading them was a tall, slender figure dressed in ordinary fine robes, also wearing a bamboo hat that obscured her face. Behind her walked two swordswomen together, one slender, cool, and ethereal, the other voluptuous and curvaceous.
Their appearance made it obvious they belonged to the martial world, so no one dared stare at them openly. Whenever a passing officer tried to approach and question them, the woman in green would produce a token, and the officer would vanish without so much as a fart, as though confronted by gods or ghosts.
As the carriage drew closer to its destination, Luo Ning, walking beside it, finally breathed a little easier and asked:
"There's fighting at the border now. After coming back this time, are we still leaving again?"
Xue Baijin had led them on an arduous journey lasting several days, avoiding every watching eye of both dynasties. She was rather tired herself. At this, she replied:
"This isn't our territory. Of course we have to leave."
After spending more than half a year