The appointed day had arrived.
Except for a hundred people who remained to defend Guiyuan City, everyone else went to the designated Yellow Flower Mountain.
Bai Yuan was, of course, among them.
"Ah Yuan, Brother Li, you must be extra careful on this trip to Huaiyuan."
Yang Fangyu said in a low voice.
The three of them walked side-by-side in the middle of the formation.
"Mm."
Li Huan nodded. He was here to make his fortune, not to throw his life away.
As a member of the Royal Race from the Qingzhou Royal Mansion, his birth was already far superior to that of an ordinary person; of course he didn't want to lose it so carelessly.
He'd gotten lucky once with the lottery of birth, but how could he expect to be lucky every time?
The better one's background and the wealthier one's family, the less willing they were to take risks. This was also why many disciples from prominent families had never weathered a true storm.
