Time flies like an arrow, and in the blink of an eye, two years have passed.
In the Western Continent, when the north wind blows, snowflakes mingle with the chilling air, falling on rivers and forming a layer of thin ice.
As dusk approaches, along the icy river bank, two horses are galloping.
They run past a Daoist Temple.
"Quick, in here."
The Great Han leading the way speaks, and the woman following him swiftly rises in the air, vaulting over the wall into the Daoist Temple with him.
Outside, the fine horses haven't paused at all, continuing to rush forward. Soon after, a group of hoofbeats sounds nearby.
"They've gone ahead, quick, chase after them!"
Soldiers dressed in official cavalry attire thunder past the front of the Daoist Temple.
The two people wait until the soldiers have left before they relax their vigilance.
"Are the horses okay?"
The woman asks.
"They're fine, those horses are sentient and know the escape route."
