Flying Tiger Self-Destruct

On the official road to the east of the capital, the Heaven Secrets Carriage sped through the night. Only the divine and righteous light illuminated the darkness, rushing towards the ZhongTian camp like a gust of wind.

There were less than seventy miles left until they reached the slope forest.

A figure stood on the official road. He was wearing a black robe, revealing only his eyes. He was waiting with his hands behind his back.

"Phew ~!" Uncle Shi pulled the reins and stopped the carriage.

He turned around and said softly.

"Qinglin, someone is blocking the way."

Inside the car.

Zhang Ronghua lifted the curtain and walked out. The grass was lush and only two feet tall. The terrain was high. In the middle stood a black-robed man. He frowned." Did Man Feihu send you here?"

He was puzzled.