239. Assassination

However, they failed again. The old man was hiding in the camp of a million soldiers and had the help of eight disciples. It was impossible for any spy to sneak into the middle army.

The aristocratic families could not even see anyone.

At this time, the aristocratic families finally thought of asking the ancestor for help.

But the ancestor…

There was no response.

The aristocratic families began to panic.

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Xia Ji didn't panic at all.

At this moment, he was sitting steadily in the carriage.

The carriages lined up in a convoy, escorted by soldiers, and headed for Xiaowan City, three hundred miles north of Zong Dong.

Naturally, Ji Xuan sat in the leading carriage.

Ji Xuan decided to head to the cities at the front lines to reward the troops before the arrival of winter.

The sound of wheels and the bumpy feeling made people sleepy on this autumn afternoon.