After spending a night in the dilapidated, leaking temple.
When it was slightly bright outside, Zhao Ge got up early and woke everyone: "Get up, all my disciples get up, don't you see what time it is? Still sleeping? Meng De stood watch all night, not for you to sleep soundly here. We are on the run right now, hurry up, pack your things, and set out."
"Once dawn breaks, the Han and Jin families, not having received any news, will surely guess something went wrong with the pursuit. They may send Martial Artists who are Refining Points, so we can't continue to stay here. We need to take a different path."
Zhao Ge was very stern, not knowing where he found a tree branch, he started hitting his sleeping disciples with it.
He hit his own daughter, Zhao Qian, even harder.