For the next two days, it was the usual traveling, no different from before.
No, there were differences.
For example, during the day, the old ox was particularly laborious, but at night it seemed to have taken an energizing drug.
For instance, on their last day, they were watched by bandits brandishing knives.
But the young lady was unaware, only paying attention to the road conditions.
In the forest, heads appeared one by one, gazing down at the convoy on the road.
"Second leader, those look like government people, we don't have as many people as them, they might be tough to handle. Should we make a move?"
The man referred to as the second leader had intersecting scars on his face, and his eyes glinted fiercely.
He gruffly cursed, "Handle them? Are we going to our deaths? Haven't enough brothers been lost over the years?"
Ever since the mountain was sealed off, the escorts stopped coming.
They're about to eat dirt!
