All members of the Bai Family stood up, looking gravely at Third Master Bai.
"Liuyang Daoist Palace has sounded the alarm. Wu Sect cultivators are approaching. The one who passed on the message is none other than our old servant here. Perhaps he's no longer content with being a shopkeeper and aspires to be the boss?
Let's leave now, head out the north gate, to Shan Country!"
Six people in the group, no one raised objections, meals no longer mattered, all of them quietly left through the secluded rear door of the inn; there were many cultivators in Liuyang City, it wouldn't do to fly high and draw attention.
Several li outside the city, they could no longer afford to worry about others. Third Master Bai flicked his hand, releasing a shuttle-shaped flying boat. Everyone leaped aboard, and the flying boat sped toward the border like a bolt of lightning.
There are such advantages in a wealthy family's escape, no treasures were lacking, they had everything they needed.