Chapter 87 Two Fools

Half a month later.

Zhao Changhe sat by the stream, drinking water and tending to his horse, looking down at his own reflection in the water.

His beard had grown significantly scruffier, the samurai attire given by the Cui Family had several more tears, and Wuzhui's glossy black mane was now dirty and grey. What had once looked like the spirited appearance of a young master had completely reverted back to that of a rough and tumble wanderer.

After the roundabout path he had taken, the battles during these past two weeks weren't as frequent as the fierce and exhausting escort mission for Cui Yuanyang.

But this journey was longer, the total number of battles ended up far surpassing the former, since he had to kill every enemy they encountered to avoid leaking his whereabouts. It was an arduous task, always outnumbered and ensuring that none escaped.