No matter what, the crucial point is to stay alive! If you are alive, you can go home. If you are alive, you have something to long for. Otherwise, if you die, you’ll never see your Baobao again. And that day, it was just at dusk. Shujun had picked some wild fruits when she suddenly heard waves of noise echoing from afar. "Liang Shujun! Sansan, Phoenix Blood, your Baobao is calling you home for dinner——!" Hong Fei was one of the Ghost Warriors. Initially, when she left Medicine Valley with Yun Ge, Zhang Yu, and others, it was because they had learned of the General’s whereabouts and wanted to find him. Little did they know that they would be ambushed midway, and the blind man rescued by Yun Ge took the opportunity to escape amidst the chaos. The man’s identity was yet to be confirmed. Yun Ge always took precautions in his work and was deeply suspicious, so he left Hong Fei behind to search for the blind man who had fled into the mountains. That day, a convoy kicked up clouds of dust as it advanced, and someone was hiding on the side of the official road below, keeping watch. For years, these Ghost Warriors had been living a life of hiding and dodging, terrified of being discovered by the claws of those in the Imperial Court and having their heads taken. The female soldier keeping watch stealthily gazed ahead. She counted, a total of eight carriages. In the past, groups of two or three carriages occasionally passed on the official road. Without exception, these people would stop to rest their legs and then continue on their way. But this time, when these eight carriages stopped, they didn’t leave. The female soldier saw that among those leading the caravan, there was a handsome and elegant man, but with a head of short hair tousled by the wind. This man had a tall and robust physique, extremely imposing. The female soldier froze for a moment, then her cheeks twitched painfully. She remembered the events after being captured by Dajin. Dajin was the complete opposite of Dayuan. Dayuan had an excess of men and a shortage of women, while Dajin had the reverse. Dayuan was a matriarchal society, whereas Dajin was a patriarchy. The beastly Jin soldiers who had defiled them, tormenting them again and again, were just —tall and imposing. The female soldier felt an itch in her hands, dying to pull out a broadsword and charge forward in a wild attack, but she restrained herself. Holding her breath and concentrating, she observed carefully, thinking that this man looked very much like an enemy Jin person. In recent years, the Imperial Court had been unstable and the conflicts that the General once suppressed had flared up again. Dajin was becoming increasingly restless, and there were rumors that a group of Jin People had smuggled in not long ago, committing murder and violence in Dayuan Territory whenever they encountered someone. The female soldier’s heart tightened. If this man truly was one of the Jin People, she would not spare him; she had to cut him in half. At the same moment, the short-haired man leapt down from the carriage. He lifted the carriage curtain, and a petite girl emerged from inside. The girl’s figure... reminded her of the General. And then there was a man with a head full of snow-white long hair. This man had a handsome and elegant appearance, and compared to the previously hard-featured man, this one seemed older. What was most startling was the man’s eyes, which were like deep, tranquil wells, without any ripples, yet with a certain magnanimity as if everything was under his control. Seeing this white-haired man, the female soldier inwardly sighed: Who knows how Doctor Yun is doing and whether he has found the person? Alas, if it weren’t for the blind man escaping amidst the confusion, they wouldn’t have been left here. As the female soldier was thinking this, she heard the white-haired man saying, "Baobao, be careful. It just rained yesterday, and the ground is muddy. Watch your step." "Okay," the petite girl was exceptionally beautiful, glamorous and sultry, yet with a hint of pure allure.