One month later.

On an expanse of plains that was covered in scorched earth, blood dyed the entire boundless plains red.

It was at dusk now, and the dim violet colored sun silently sunk from high above amidst the clouds, and only piercingly cold and gloomy winds whistled through the blood red plains, and it was an expanse of deathly silence.

Gu Tian looked up at the sky and ordered the group to start setting up camp and resting on the spot.

The guards started working in an orderly manner, and Chen Xi chose an empty space to sit down cross-legged and cultivate instead.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere seemed to be slightly oppressive.

This sort of situation had continued for a month. Since they encountered Qing Xiao’s assassination that day, Cui Qingning had always been staying within the carriage and didn’t show her face at all.

After Gu Tian failed to persuade Chen Xi to leave once more, he stopped trying to persuade Chen Xi and concentrated on the journey instead.

To the bewilderment of Gu Tian and the others, they didn’t encounter any obstruction or surprise attacks all along the way here, and those people that were pursuing them seemed as if they’d evaporated into thin air. It was an extremely strange situation.

But Gu Tian knew very well that their enemies would surely not give up.

Perhaps...