Breaking the Technique

On the ruined mountain road in Lingnan, the people from Chang'an City supported one another as they made their way farther and farther away.

Dong Zhongshu and the others had sent a message by casting a spell. In roughly half a day, carriages would arrive to pick up everyone from Chang'an City.

Zhang Xuezhou also wanted to join the group.

The operation seemed to have failed, and Zhang Xuezhou had not found Zou Bugui, but he wanted to ask whether the crown prince's earlier promise still counted. After all, Zou Bugui had not been lost while in his hands.

Zhang Xuezhou was thinking of slipping into the group when, as he walked past the wreckage of a carriage, a hand grabbed his right foot.

The sudden grasp startled Zhang Xuezhou, and he sprang into the air.

But his surging Qi and blood kept him from jumping high. He felt something come up with him before he quickly landed again.

He was just about to kick down when a familiar voice rang out.

"Junior brother!"

"Hm?"

Zhang Xuezhou lowered his raised foot.

He saw a hand sticking limply out of a hastily buried mound of earth and immediately began digging.

The imperial guards from Chang'an City had not come through the upheaval unscathed. Many had been killed or wounded.

The others had been unable to carry the bodies away, so they could only find a place to bury them temporarily and wait for others to come and move them later.

Zhang Xuezhou had not expected them to bury Wu Chao along with the dead.

He guiltily glanced into the distance.

Thanks to his leaping away in the opposite direction to escape, Zhang Xuezhou was more than a hundred meters from the others.

He dug several times in quick succession. Heavy breathing