There was no need to dwell on the journey. The group raced through the night, scaling mountains and crossing rivers, until they finally reached the outskirts of Four-Nine City at three or four the following afternoon.
But they did not enter.
Gu Xuantong seemed to have prepared in advance. He led them on another long detour and only stopped once they had climbed onto the Great Wall.
The sun sank westward, its fading light red as blood.
A murderous chill hung in the air.
Lian Youming looked around along the way and noticed several places that seemed to bear traces of fights between martial artists. The bloodstains were still there.
They had barely stopped when dozens of figures suddenly converged on them from the wooded mountains on all sides.
These people came from all walks of life: vibrant young students, old farmers with vicious eyes, heavily made-up women, intellectuals in suits and polished shoes...
There were even familiar faces among them.
That unlucky bastard Mangus was right there.
There were also several Muslims with full beards.
There were even two foreigners dressed as priests, as well as people from the Gan Clan Lineage.
And if he remembered correctly, one old man with half his face covered was the Heavenly Principle Sect Leader he had dealt with in Hong Kong.
Every manner of monster and fiend really had gathered here.
"You took your time getting here!"
When Gu Xuantong's group arrived, someone from the Gan Clan spoke up in considerable displeasure.
Gu Xuantong said mildly, "Patience brings better results. Those who rushed in are all dead now."
Someone scoffed. "More patience? We're going to surround and kill a martial artist of the Mystic Connection Grand Realm. How many days has it been already? Even if Chen Baihu really was injured, he