"It's true."
Fang Shuwen walked over to the campfire and gathered the various bottles and jars, putting them into his bag one by one.
"What is it? Miss, do you have some business for me?"
"...Can you protect me on the way to Cold Valley Town?"
Long Qingzhi looked at Fang Shuwen, her eyes filled with hope.
"Cold Valley Town?"
Fang Shuwen thought for a moment. He had seen it on the map earlier—Cold Valley Town was north of the Northern Domain.
It wasn't too far from Sword God Palace, either.
But there was something Fang Shuwen didn't understand.
"Besides this Young Master of the Castle from Snow Eagle Castle, Dugu Han, I'm sure there are plenty of others hunting you, right?"
"Yes..."
Long Qingzhi didn't hide anything. She spoke slowly,
"Besides Dugu Han, there's also the Manor Master of Celestial Lake Manor, Ouyang Ming; the Hall Master of Uncertain Hall, He Shidao; and the Valley Master of Residual Wind Valley, Jiang Wushu."
