Two days later.
On the winding official mountain road, a series of ox carts moved steadily towards Qingchuan Prefecture.
Zuo Han, clad in a black cloak, gazed into the distance ahead.
Standing beside him were others from the Thousand Stone Sect, along with Sun Chaoyue and others who had come together.
"Mr. Zuo, how's the situation?" Zhang Yunqi of the Rebel Sect coughed a few times and stepped forward to ask in a low voice. His injuries had not healed completely and had damaged his lung meridian.
"No problem. After several consecutive attacks, they have also suffered great losses and should have retreated." Zuo Han shook his head in response.
This group, first encountered an attack on their way to the Great Capital.
Then, after getting the news in the Great Capital of Yue Dewen's death, everyone was shocked and hurried to Qingchuan Prefecture.
On the way, this time, there was more than one group of attackers.
