A gentle breeze stirred as clouds obscured the moon, and the night grew deep.
A fire was crackling in a dilapidated temple beside the main road.
As the firewood CRACKLED, the flames leaped and danced, illuminating the scene inside the dilapidated temple.
Fang Rui sat in the seat of honor, perched on a soft stool a servant had brought along. Fang Shicheng stood to the side, waiting on him attentively.
Two other men, broad-shouldered and powerfully built, stood guard on either side of Fang Rui, their faces alert as they scanned the area.
Beyond them, a man stood at the temple entrance, watching the road outside.
In Fang Rui's party of five, everyone aside from Fang Shicheng was a Guard. As the legitimate son of a Noble Family, Fang Rui was naturally surrounded by ample security for his trip out of the city.
The three Guards were all powerful martial artists, experts at the Qi Blood Sixth Layer!
They could even hold their own for a time against an expert from the Inner Qi Realm.
