Fierce

Chen Ji stepped on the dry, yellow decaying leaves in the forest, trying to discern the direction, while hacking away at the tree branches and underbrush blocking the path for the three people following behind.

In the winter, clothing soaked with water clung to one's body like leeches, slowly sapping your life away.

But Chen Ji and his companions couldn't stop to dry their clothes; they had to keep running for their lives.

He remembered the expression of the Executive Officer on the canopy boat; the man didn't panic when he saw Chen Ji escape to shore, as if Chen Ji was already hanging by a thread with no room to struggle.

But what was there on the opposite side of the river? Wasn't this place just a wild and desolate region?

At that moment, Zhang Xia, following behind him, suddenly asked, "Chen Ji, who exactly are you?"

Without turning his head, Chen Ji replied, "A Medical Hall apprentice."

Zhang Xia was full of doubts, "Can a Medical Hall apprentice sink a boat?"