Around fifteen minutes later.0

Han Li and Shi Chuankong were quickly making their way toward the northern city gate.0

If it weren't for the fact that they didn't want to attract any attention to themselves, they would've already defied the flight prohibitions in the city and taken to the skies.1

"It looks like we're going to have a rough journey from here onward," Han Li said with slightly furrowed brows.1

"Who could've anticipated that we would run into the Black Weasel Army? Then again, we never intended to stay here for long anyway, so I suppose it makes no difference," Shi Chuankong sighed.0

All of a sudden, both of them stopped cold in their tracks before looking directly forward with apprehensive looks on their faces.0

A refined young scholar was currently making his way toward them through the bustling crowd up ahead, and Han Li and Shi Chuankong could only exchange a wry smile at the sight of the young man.0

Even though this was their first meeting, they were able to instantly identify the man as none other than the...2