In Guyuan City, black ashes danced in the air, as if a black goose feather snow had fallen. Chen Ji crouched low on his saddle, turning his head to avoid the incoming smoke and haze that might get into his eyes.
The Yulin Army chased after him, but no matter how hard they tried, they could not close the distance.
Qi Zhenzhuo, watching Chen Ji ahead, cursed loudly: "Why is he riding so fast, just to show off!"
Li Xuan held the reins tightly, glaring at him: "Keep your mouth shut. Didn't you just make peace with His Highness? Have you forgotten already?"
Qi Zhenzhuo stiffened his neck and muttered, "I admit he's a tough guy, but I just can't stand his attitude. Brother-in-law, by going it alone, isn't he implying that he thinks we'd slow him down? I don't believe you can't see it!"
