Yellow sand stretches endlessly, a lone rider leaves a trail of dust.
Although Zhang Yuan's steed beneath him was doing its best, it had long since passed its prime. After a period of high-speed galloping, its physical strength and endurance were significantly reduced.
Large amounts of sweat seeped from its body, and it panted heavily, slowing down involuntarily.
This allowed the pursuers behind to quickly close the distance with Zhang Yuan.
Neigh~
Zhang Yuan suddenly pulled the reins, and the steed reared with a long cry, stopping awkwardly.
At this moment, Zhang Yuan, unhurried, turned to face the enemies who had been pursuing him all the way.
There were five riders in total, each wearing a face mask, hiding their true appearance.
Seeing Zhang Yuan no longer fleeing, they also slowed their horses, and a burly man among them shouted grimly, "Hand over the seven-leaf reishi and all the silver notes on you, and I'll spare your life!"
