The guards stepped forward to drive the old Daoist away.
The old Daoist's figure flickered, and in the blink of an eye, he was behind the guards. "This old man despises detours. Why don't... HIC... all of you go around instead?"
Prince Changyang couldn't even follow the old Daoist's movements. When he snapped out of his shock, he immediately raised a hand, and his entire retinue grew alert.
Zhan Yi and Qian Fu, having made out the scene ahead, spurred their horses forward.
"Senior, could you please let us pass?" Zhan Yi could tell at a glance that this old man was no ordinary person.
The old Daoist let out a drunken hiccup. Far from moving, he instead lay down on his side, raised his wine gourd, and took a long swig.
Zhan Yi frowned, wondering what the man's intentions were.
Prince Helian and Prince Changyang privately suspected he might have been sent by the imperial family.
"Men, bind this mad old Daoist," Prince Helian ordered, stepping down from his carriage.
