Gu Xiaoxi ran wildly, using her fastest speed, and even utilized her special skill—Qinggong.
As a child, her master forced her to learn it, never thinking there would actually come a day when it would be useful.
Another two hours later, Gu Xiaoxi burst out of the forest, stopping in front of a massive two-story building, with legs weak from exhaustion and thirst.
She looked at the tightly closed iron gate and walked up to it, raising her hand to knock briskly.
"Who is it!" A man over forty, wearing a military uniform and sporting a wildly bearded face, opened the iron gate and barked. He looked both fierce and difficult to get along with.
"Uncle, sorry to bother you. I just happened to be passing by and I'm quite thirsty. May I have some water to drink?" Gu Xiaoxi immediately approached with a humble and pleasing demeanor, flashing the man a sweet smile.