Entering Xuanjing

This time, Liu Ming just nodded, no longer saying anything more.

Madam Mi and Aunt Hong took the boy back to the original campfire and began to prepare some nourishing items so that they could administer them to the boy when he awakened.

Early the next morning, a group of martial arts guards in black armor continued to escort the several carriages towards Xuanjing, with the addition of a small cart pulled by mules, which stood out awkwardly compared to the others.

After the battle of the previous day, seven or eight of these Black Tiger Guards had died, and most of the others were wounded. However, the bodies had been cremated the night before, and after applying some medicinal herbs, the injured donned their armors again, their complexions only slightly paler—nothing seemed amiss from the outside.

The lady with the surname Du had also replaced the bowstring on her massive bow and once again donned her faceplate, following closely by Madam Mi's carriage.