Sowing Kung Fu
編輯: Transn
The carriage arrived slowly up the track towards the mountain villa under the watchful gaze of a crowd, and as it was about to reach the gates, it veered off to the left suddenly toward the forest.
It never changed its pace throughout the whole process, just the same depressingly slow monotonous pace as if all those people gathered weren't there. Meanwhile, the two coachmen driving were just rolling along in silence with their eyes half open, almost dozing as they plodded along the track. Their silence well set against the tardiness of the carriage's progress.
The Jianghu heroes gathered outside the mountain villa watched with wide eyes as the carriage rolled along the mountain road as if it was just a flat road along a plain. For a moment, they did not quite know what to make of what they were looking at. A man, all attired in black with a blade scar across his forehead, then broke ranks with them and pursued the carriage.
"Quick, follow it!"