A few days later, a carriage drove out of Yunmeng County, raising a trail of dust as it headed into the distance.
Inside the carriage compartment, Wang Yan and Beiming Xue were seated.
Both were dressed in white robes; the woman was as fair as snow, and the man was elegantly refined, making them appear to be a perfect match made in heaven.
They nestled close to each other, not uttering a single word, yet the compartment was filled with immense warmth.
In stark contrast to the spring-like warmth within the carriage, outside was an aura of chilling hostility.
Behind the carriage fluttered a large black flag, bearing several blood-red words – Blood for Blood!
On the left side of the carriage, two short swords were hung.
These short swords glistened with a radiant light, clearly valuable magical treasures, yet they hung casually on the carriage, clashing and clinking as the carriage moved forward.
A middle-aged man sat outside the compartment, steering the carriage.
