Goodbye, Old Friend...
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
A few days later, between the two mountains, about twenty or thirty people proceeded hastily while escorting a large cart.
They were dressed in purple robes.
One ordinary black-faced youth was among the team, walking briskly and following the cart.
The horses that pulled the carts were of a rare breed, capable of moving at an exceptional speed.
Except for a few riders, the people around the guards mostly walked on foot, but the black-faced youth appeared full of energy.
"Lu Er, it's been a long time since we last met. I see you've made a lot of progress. After walking for almost a day, you don't seem to be tired," the tall thin man next to the black-faced youth said breathlessly.
"Hehe… I guess I'm just in good spirits after my breathing exercises in the morning," the black-faced youth said as he smiled a little.
The tall thin man did not care and continued to rush to the road.