The Firewheel Cart started smoothly, and Wang Linchi managed to secure a soft sleeper seat as he wished.
The direction he was heading, Xi Zhou, was different from that of Lixi Prefecture, so he didn't have to worry about passing through it.
As the cart sped up, the scenery outside the window began to recede.
The Dragon Brilliance School gradually diminished in his view until, at the last moment, he noticed a touch of blood-red appearing mysteriously on the horizon of the night sky.
This inexplicably sank his heart.
This surely wasn't an illusion; the Rebel Army was truly coming.
Just as he had imagined, they were attacking the Dragon Brilliance School under the cover of darkness.
He made a simple estimation of the Firewheel Cart's speed and their distance from the danger, and he breathed a sigh of relief. The Rebel Army was very unlikely to catch up.
