"This journey is arduous. We anticipated it. As long as Your Highness survives, our lives and deaths are insignificant."
Upon hearing this, Zhu Huai'an was struck as if by lightning, losing his soul, and could not speak for a long time.
Wang Liang silently followed behind. After walking a short distance, another team of soldiers arrived.
The leader, carrying two swords and two knives, had a dark complexion and a solemn expression.
Upon seeing the three disguised monks, he raised his hand to stop the soldiers behind him and pulled the reins to approach.
"Where are you masters coming from, and where are you going?"
Gongsun Jin answered one by one according to the old story. After the other party took out a portrait and scrutinized the three of them.
