Chapter 64: Tiger Fallen in Pingyang

"Playing it cool feels great for a moment, but it can also invite others to chase you," he thought. "Perhaps all the riders we saw along the shore earlier were assassins."

Zhao Changhe dared not halt. He grabbed Cui Yuanyang and fled desperately, dashing off the road into a field and shortly thereon into a small grove, swifter than a rabbit.

There were no mountains… Fortunately, ancient woods were abundant, providing some concealment. Chasing on horseback was impossible here, and the terrain could be used for a slight rest.

It was twilight when they boarded the ship, and despite the fierce battle and escape across the river, it was still not completely dark, showing how brief the time had been.

Yet, in this short duration, Zhao Changhe had suffered the most severe injuries he had encountered since his crossover: first a kick, then poisoned by a sting underwater, and now blood still seeping from his chest, his clothes soaked red, face pale and condition terrible.