C730 A Habitual Offender

Pei Xuanzhang kept repeating Cui Zuoyu's name in his mind: You have to hold on, wait for me!

The road led straight down the mountain, within the borders of Xiqi, but not in the capital—rather, in a small town to the west. When the two arrived, they found the streets nearly deserted, with only a few vendors selling vegetables. Perhaps rumors of a plague had spread