The Zhongwu Guards chased Mrs. Lu to the east.
Old Ears, with Wu Yun on his head and Chen Ji on his back, had a sixty-pound parcel hanging from his neck. He trudged through the snow-capped mountains, looking quite pitiful.
Old Ears glanced back over his shoulder: "That woman should have led all the Zhongwu Guards away. We're temporarily safe, but she may not be. However, she has already resolved to die; dying could be considered getting what she wanted."
Wu Yun was startled and stood up on Old Ear's head.
