One Black Rider after another followed behind Feng Fuce.
The Xiu Luo Envoys were like phantoms.
In the absence of lamplight, they navigated the dark mountain paths as if walking on level ground.
It seemed they were accustomed to rushing behind Feng Fuce.
As long as the Marquis was there, even with eyes closed, there wouldn't be any problem.
Feng Fuce, holding Bai Zhi'er, arrived at the location specified in the letter.
The flames in the courtyard had already turned into wisps of black smoke.
Feng Fuce walked ahead, shielding Bai Zhi'er behind him.
The young man's cold gaze swept across the courtyard.
Lei Hu immediately stepped forward to check the fire.
"Marquis, this wood is still warm, the people haven't gone far."
Feng Fuce nodded: "Send a team to pursue them."
"Understood."
At that moment, a feeble voice called out—
"Help… Is someone there? Help me…"
Bai Zhi'er blinked: "That's Sun Sun's voice."
