「Ten days later, Songquan County.」
The morning mist, like a thin veil, shrouded the fields on both sides of the main road. In the hazy daylight, the distant mountains were nothing more than pale blue silhouettes.
Dressed in a moon-white robe with the Cloud Splitting Sword at his waist, Fang Han walked at a leisurely pace along the main road.
After leaving Wangxi County, he had traveled west day and night, finally setting foot in Songquan County.
As he walked through Songquan County, Fang Han's thoughts churned.
'Has Meng Zhao's death already alerted the Red Flame Sect?'
'I burned the bodies of Meng Zhao and his three companions to ashes and deliberately destroyed all traces of the fight.'
'But I can't guarantee I didn't miss something.'
'If the Red Flame Sect follows the clues back to me, it'll be a huge mess.'
