I originally thought that those people following us would make a move at night, but it was a peaceful night. The next day, a few of us set off again, but just a little way out of town, someone dashed out from the forest by the roadside.
"You're too slow." Ming Guang looked at Gu Qingheng and Yang Ruxin, shaking his head, "So slow, like snails... hurry up, hurry up, there's a fork in the road ahead, which way should we go?"
"Take the right path."
"The right?" The old man lifted his left hand to look, then raised his right hand and frowned deeply, "Which one is the right?"
Yang Ruxin sighed, "Since you don't know the way, then just follow us." With that, she kicked the stirrup and rushed forward.
Elder Ming Guang was amused by this and used his qinggong, managing to keep pace with the group.
