Chen Ji raced down the mountain, the white vapor he exhaled like arrows, so hot it seemed it could melt the snow.
Halfway, he met up with Wu Yun. He bent down and scooped Wu Yun into his arms, and Wu Yun poked his head out of Chen Ji's embrace and watched quietly.
Behind Chen Ji, the clattering of armor grew fainter, as if it had been left far behind, but he dared not relax. He had to reach the foot of the mountain to grab a horse and escape.
While running, Chen Ji searched everywhere for Old Ears. He had been separated from him earlier, and in the blink of an eye, he didn't know where the other had gone.
Had he been captured by the Tokyo Road elite?
Impossible.
As Chen Ji pondered, a gust of wind came from the left. He turned his head and saw a Mo Blade piercing through the pine forest, exploding snow from the branches as it lunged towards him.
Without breaking stride, he suddenly leaped up, stepping on the hilt of the Mo Blade and jumping down the mountain.
