The journey from Yanjing to Liangcheng spanned hundreds of kilometers, and Bai Chongguang felt as though he were enduring a harrowing pilgrimage to the Western Paradise.
Along the way, he was treated like the flesh of the Tang Monk—everyone wanted a bite.
At the slightest groan or plea for mercy, Chu Chen's thugs would swarm him like starving wolves, fists and feet flying.
Chapter 318