The Bai Clan members all rose to their feet, looking at the grave-faced Third Master Bai.
"The Liuyang Dao Palace has sent a warning. Wu Sect cultivators are approaching, and the one who passed them the information was this old servant of ours. Perhaps being a manager no longer satisfied him, and he wanted to be the owner? We leave through the north gate now and head for the Shan Kingdom!"
None of the six objected. Abandoning their meal, they slipped quietly out through a concealed rear side gate of the inn. There were plenty of cultivators in Liuyang City; leaping about overhead would draw too much attention.
Several li outside the city, Third Master Bai could no longer spare a thought for anything else. With a flick of his hand, he released a spindle-shaped flying boat. Everyone leaped aboard, and the boat raced straight toward the border, swift as the wind and lightning.
That was one advantage of fleeing as a wealthy household: they lacked no treasures and had everything they could need.
The moment a flying boat took to the air, it became a target for cultivators to lock onto, because their divine sense reached farthest through the sky. It was not really a question of right or wrong; speed and concealment were difficult to have at once.
All Third Master Bai could do was fly as low as possible, reducing the area from which they could be detected. With less than a hundred li to cover, they could not make the journey overland. Speed mattered most to them.
Aboard the flying boat, the younger Bai Clan members sat in silence. The news had come too suddenly, but if the warning came from the Liuyang Dao Palace, they had to take it seriously.
Bai Susu glanced around, then