The mountains around Qingxiao Lake had already been transformed into a flooded land, stretching as far as the eye could see and blotting out the sky.
There were two routes out, one to the north and one to the west.
Reporting to the Purple Cloud Sect needed to happen fast, and the western road was the closest.
Thinking only of how quickly he could leave, Qin Tao chose the trail through the western mountains.
Lei Jun watched as Qin picked the route mentioned in the moderately unlucky lot, but said nothing.
According to the description in this draw, danger lay on both roads.
The western path, moderately unlucky lot, spelled misfortune.
The northern path, the worst lot, spelled grave disaster.
Staying put was a perfectly neutral lot—not exactly a great stroke of luck, but much better than the other two traps.
*Let's see if Qin Tao, in his eagerness to escape, could sniff out anything useful.*
