Chapter 44

In Tibet, a nine-member squad on horseback escorted a carriage away from Tibet and headed north all the way. The carriage was made of dark-lacquered wood. The young driver looked only eighteen or nineteen, and his gaze frequently drifted back to the man riding alongside on horseback, his eyes filled with smiles and teasing. The curtains on both sides of the carriage windows were rolled up. Nangong Jiu sat upright in the center in a long robe. Sitting by the door, Tianxing occasionally glanced at the man riding beside them who kept chatting with their Clan Leader. The man was dressed entirely in black, his eyes hidden behind wide, pitch-black glasses, and his smile looked somewhat mischievous no matter how one looked at it.