Fu Ling rode fast through the forest trails, the night air slicing across his cheeks. The smoke rising behind him curled faintly into the star-dusted sky, a reminder of what he had left behind.
He was planning on escaping anyways but Wei Tingche's actions were really endearing. He thought to himself that he had to take care of Su Gonggong quickly and eliminate any hidden threats.
He didn't stop until the camp's noise faded completely and the only sound left was the rhythmic beat of the horse's hooves. The moon hung low, silver light spilling across the narrow trail as though guiding him forward.
When the horse began to slow, he reined it in and finally dismounted near a small stream that cut through the undergrowth.
