"That's true!"
Meng Yang nodded.
Su Yue also looked grim, swearing brotherhood; why don't you guys go to Peach Garden?
You're all grown-ups, isn't this a bit childish?
And Brother Garlic, he never agreed to it; you two kidnapped him, alright?
Boring.
...
"Danger, get down!"
Though the five were fooling around on the road, they remained highly vigilant.
Especially Zhao Qian'en, he's about to become a Ninth Grade expert, and can sense the slightest disturbances on the road.
Swoosh!
In an instant, the five of them lay down in the muddy bushes, each holding their breath to the extreme.
Yang Lezhi was also ready with his disguise technique.
Not far away was a group of Yangxiang Race transporting goods; they were struggling with push carts through the mud.
Fortunately, perhaps due to the long journey, all the transport soldiers were particularly fatigued. Even with a Sixth-Grade Grandmaster leading them, they failed to notice Su Yue and the others.
