One month later, at night, before the walls of Hundred Corps Pass.
Seven people on six mounts, escorting three criminals, knocked on the main gate of Hundred Corps Pass.
The soldiers who opened the gate skillfully took custody of the criminals, while the figures in assorted animal masks urged their warhorses through and into the pass.
"Ah..." Rong Taotao, wearing a cat face mask and sitting behind Gao Lingwei, let out a huge stretch. "We're finally back."
A month ago, Rong Taotao had felt no particular attachment to Hundred Corps Pass. But now, to him, it meant absolute safety.
They were usually exposed to the elements, their nerves constantly on edge. Only when they returned to Hundred Corps Pass once a week could they get a truly solid night's rest.
Up ahead, the man in the cool dragon-head mask said with a laugh, "Can't take it anymore? At least we get to come back every few days. If it weren't for you three, we wouldn't return at all during our regular patrols."
