They came out very quickly. The eight of them had been missing for a long time, and there must have been another hidden guard who had already found them. Yan Qinghuan furrowed his brows and looked at the air of the inn in the wind, a trace of guilt appeared in his heart. He was afraid that it would implicate the inn in the inn.
At night, the city gates had already been closed. If one wanted to pass through the Yanmen Pass to the nearby City huai, they would have to take a detour around the mountain. In the end, Yan Qinghuan had to reach the City Ping. As long as they passed the City huai, the Hidden Snow disciples who were waiting for them would be waiting for them.
The main road could not be left. The only remaining path was this mountain path.
The night was low. Even with the moonligh
