"You look happy, Sister Jiang."
Chen Xueyan glanced at her junior sister as they walked along the mountain path.
Three days had passed since they left the village, and the imperial forces had arrived just as Jiang Shi promised.
Soldiers, supplies, and even some lower-level cultivators were sent to ensure the Blood Demon Sect wouldn't return.
Liu Chen and the other orphans had been taken into the care of the empire.
Before leaving, Jiang Shi had personally spoken with the commander, ensuring the boy would be placed in a good orphanage in the capital.
Currently they were galloping through the misty slopes of the Whispering Veil Valley.
The snowy peaks of the northern mountains, which were barely visible from the village, were now clearly in view. The imposing presence of the mountains could be felt from the mist of the valley, despite how far it was.
