Within the Daxing Mountains.
Su Mu gazed at the miasma-shrouded mountain forest ahead, his expression incomparably solemn.
"How much farther to our destination?"
he asked in a low voice.
As soon as he received the call for help, he had immediately gathered a few elites from the Taiping Capital Captains and left the city to provide support.
Reinforcements were as urgent as fighting a fire; he couldn't afford to hesitate.
Even knowing the danger, he had no other choice.
Wan Qing and the others hadn't yet recovered from their injuries and were clearly unfit to leave the city. This left him, a newly promoted Taiping Captain, as the only one in the Wuling Taiping Bureau who could lead the team.
"If we're going in the right direction, it should be another fifty li."
Zhong Guizheng said grimly.
Fifty li in a mountain forest was not the same as fifty li in the open. Here, fifty li was a vast distance; traveling it could feel more like a hundred.
