After the group left the gates of the Qingxuan Sect, Yang Zhe took out a map, determined their direction, and said in a deep voice,
"Our target is the Celestial Eagle Gang in Linji City. It's over two hundred and fifty miles from here. We must arrive before dusk tomorrow!"
"Yes, sir!"
Everyone responded in unison.
Then, led by Yang Zhe, the third team shot off like arrows loosed from a bow, racing toward Linji City to the northwest.
They traveled in silence, each person conserving their strength and centering themselves for the battle to come.
Along the way, they passed through a city, where the team restocked on food and water. After a short rest, they were on the road again.
A day later, at dusk, the setting sun stained the clouds a bloody red.
The silhouette of a city appeared on the horizon. Its walls were high and thick, its banners fluttering in the wind. It was Linji City.
"Linji City is just ahead. Everyone, stay alert!"
