Chapter 240 The Prophecy

The second Guo Qinyan stepped into the formation, she found everything she saw was in a swirl and felt her body much lighter. After a few seconds, when the objects around her returned to normal, she glanced about only to find that she was already standing in the midst of thick woods.

Your Highness.

Qing Yan

Crowds in the vicinity closed upon her, who turned out to be the Junior Chief of the Moon-shooting Tribe and the others that had been transported there earlier.

Plainly, the man with the silver smiley-ghost mask had not lied to her. He truly had transported them out of the city of Changan.

The place was surrounded by mountains which looked dark at night. And the howls and roars of beasts could be heard indistinctly. From the look of the environment, that place was at least dozens of miles away from Changan, so they had kind of reached the wild.

Your Highness, that man didnt make things difficult for you, did he? asked the pasture Army Advisor concernedly.

The Junior Chief of the Moon-shooting Tribe also turned to Guo Qinyan.

Even though the man wearing the silver smiley-ghost mask had saved their lives, they all had a curious feeling that he wasnt very reliable. He was bizarre in his ways and spoke in an unconventional fashion. It seemed that he was operating somewhere between good and evil, rendering the others unable to ascertain his true colors.

Im fine. That sen Guo Qinyan naturally would not want to disclose the matter that she had learned the completed mental cultivation method of the Heart Heavenly Shot under that circumstance, in case a few in the crowd had a loose tongue. Luckily, before she uttered the word senior, that incredibly young face behind the silver mask suddenly surfaced in her mind. Therefore, she modified her answer and said, He just asked me about something concerning Uncle Guo.

That senior seems truly the sworn brother of the Great Jebe. What a pity! I was overwhelmed by tonights plight and forgot to ask him how was the Great Jebe doing, said the Junior Chief of the Moon-shooting Tribe emotionally.

Back then, the Great Jebe was a hero, a legend, a myth in the pasture. But sadly

Well, after so many years, the pasture man still remembered the hero that truly belonged to the herdsmen in the pastures.

Uncle Guo is doing very well, Guo Qinyan said, Lets waste no time and return to the pasture. If the old man called Green Spider is correct, the pasture is probably already in chaos. Since our Moon-shooting Tribe has been monitored, we have to be on our guard.

Upon hearing her words, they had a meeting to discuss the precautions they could take.

Fortunately, the pasture Army Advisor was a careful schemer. Although his plan failed, it was because of the striking strength gap between them and the opponents in Changan. In that scenario, he had no way to turn the tides despite his intelligence. But in the current situation, he and the others were already out of Changan. All they needed to do was to travel day and night along the route designated before. In half a month, they would be back in the vast pasture.

Im really wondering how Brother Guo is holding up? The Junior Chief of the Moon-shooting Tribe waved at the distant city of Changan with concern.

At the time when the battle broke out, to prevent Guo Zhihuithe young master of the Western Qin Branch of World Chamber of Commercefrom being dragged to the struggle, the Junior Chief of the Moon-shooting Tribe jumped out of the number seven pavilion unexpectedly and knocked him unconscious, then handed him to the guards of the World Chamber of Commerce.

That journey to Changan did mean a lot for the Junior Chief of the Moon-shooting Tribe.

It was the first time for him to leave the pasture and witness the prosperity of the Western Qin Empire.

Compared with the other two of the three empires on the Divine Land, the Western Qin Empire is not a land of milk and honey, due to the fact that its in the barren northwest. But exactly on account of this reason, its people and landscape are more upright and magnificent than the North Song and the South Chu. They have towering city walls, splendid architecture, numerous traveling merchants, abundant cloth, china, tea leaves, gold, and silver This place is hundreds of times more richly endowed than the pasture. As for the North Song and the South Chu, which are even more prosperous than the Western Qin Empire, I wonder what kind of view they have?

Anyway, the pasture has to change.

Otherwise, sooner or later, it will be gobbled up by the three empires.

Tie Muzhen, the Junior Chief of the Moon-shooting Tribe and one of the best talents in the pasture, made such a mental note to himself.

I have to escape! I must go back!

The old man called Green Spider was swiftly moving in the darkness.

From a fully pierced, bowl-sized hole in his abdomen, green blood was gushing out. When it dropped to the earth, more pits appeared due to the corrosive effect.

He recalled the astonishing scene when the man with the silver smiley-ghost mask drew power from the bright moonlight and fired the arrow. It made him shiver from deep inside. If it werent for the spider crust granted by the tarantula king, which took most