Seven or eight horsemen galloped out from Wang Yan's barracks, heading towards a distant mountain.
Surrounded by the riders was Wang Yan holding Purple Smoke. Behind him closely followed Little Wolf, and a number of cavalrymen.
In Wang Yan's arms was the frail Purple Smoke.
Feeling the jostling of the horseback, Purple Smoke slowly opened her eyes, revealing a hint of tenderness and dependency in her weak gaze. She opened her mouth to say something to Wang Yan but could only emit "Ah ah—" sounds.
Seeing this, Wang Yan felt a pang in his heart. He gently patted Purple Smoke, clenching his teeth and said in his heart, "Purple Smoke, rest assured, I will definitely save you."
Hooves trampled the ground, dust flying, like a dragon of earth, directly reaching the foot of the mountain.
Almost without stopping, Wang Yan and his seven or eight riders urged their horses forward until they reached the mountainside.
