The trees, flowers, and plants here were almost the same, and the surroundings were particularly dark. The torches had been lit several times, but the speed at which they were extinguished was extremely fast, making it difficult for them to move an inch.
With them doing this, Xie Qiao was still nowhere to be found.
Zhao Xuanjing observed the movements around him and suddenly heard rustling in the forest. In the blink of an eye, a pheasant passed by not far from him.
It was in the middle of the night, so something was obviously wrong.
"Capture it," Zhao Xuanjing ordered concisely.
He sat on the horse and wore a white robe embroidered with gold for the first time that night. He looked elegant and handsome. In the dark night, he was much more eye-catching than the others.
With his order, Zhou Weizong and the others immediately took action.
