Qi Jingyi's lips twitched slightly, but he said nothing, merely instructing his men to take the person away.
The crowd secretly gave Gu Qiao a thumbs-up.
Gu Qiao remained expressionless, yet the faintly upturned corners of his mouth were noticeable. That woman was indeed better off unconscious, a sentiment everyone clearly shared.
Since they had already reached the edge of the desert, the ground wouldn't collapse anymore. Therefore, everyone mounted their horses and swiftly rushed forward.
Amazingly, those wild horses still had the energy to run.
Yang Ruxin had been on edge these days. Though she trusted Gu Qingheng's abilities and believed he wouldn't be in trouble, the battlefield is unpredictable—especially in this era of cold weapons, where anything could happen. So merely trusting wasn't enough; she sent Xiaohei's whole family to assist him.
But it ended up being a four-day wait.
