1530 sections, a thousand miles apart, connected by a single thought

"If faced with a dead-end ahead, would you still have the courage to proceed?"

The howling of zombies gradually subsided, yet Zhao Ji found himself growing weaker, losing confidence to continue on.

At the beginning, when he left Shangjing for the desert, he was jubilant, never expecting to escape the Jurchens' control.

He dreamt countless times of returning to the peak of power, only to wake up to emptiness.

Now, it is the time when he feels closest to power.

But he hadn't expected everything to ultimately be in vain.

Li Bin, seeing Zhao Ji's exhaustion, remarked, "If Mr. Shen were here, perhaps he could think of a good solution."

"What's the use of talking such nonsense?"

Wanyan Lie rebuked impatiently, "No one knows where Shen Yue is!" He suddenly stopped as the whole group came to a halt, bound together once more.

Staring at Zhao Ji, Wanyan Lie said coldly, "If you don't want to continue, just untie the rope; we don't insist."