Fatty’s Confusion
Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
In the capital, the sun was gradually setting in the west, but the temperature was still unbearable.
The group of people ran in a certain direction. At the very front, there was an armored guard leading the way, panting heavily.
The guard's cultivation was far lower than the few people behind him, so he could only grit his teeth and persevere. In addition, he could feel the City Lord's urgency, so he did not dare to ask for a temporary rest.
After a long time, the guard let out a deep breath. He had arrived at his destination!
"It's not far away!"
The guard panted and gritted his teeth as he spoke. He extended his right hand and pointed at a small hill in front of him.
Looking from afar, the small hill was covered by a dense forest. However, in the sky above the small hill, one could see a thick black smoke rising and rolling in the sky.
"It seems that they are fighting. I hope the City Lord will agree to let me go and help!"