Conspiracy

The sound of hoofs and neighs filled the lonely road as the caravan of carriages made its way to the city.

An Di's eyes were closed, and his face was smeared with mud and dust as he sat on the pack of straws, his head resting against the wooden body of the carriage.

As the carriage moved along the bumpy road, his body shook from time to time.

Feng Rong sat beside him, her eyes closed and her head resting on his shoulders. Her mouth was slightly open, and drool was dripping from it.

Anyone looking at them would conclude that they are both powerless and homeless.

But they both appeared to be sleeping like logs, as if running through the forest all day and night had exhausted them.

Feng Rong's body was still healing, while An Di was simply tired.

When they emerged from the forest in the morning, they both noticed this caravan.

It was a merchant caravan on its way to Blue Phoenix city.

There were some twenty to thirty carriages carrying the goods for the trade.