Let's split the narrative and turn our attention back to Jining City.
Meanwhile, that corpse fiend led his four Hall Masters, racing toward their headquarters with unbridled urgency. The way there was clear and smooth, experienced without hindrance.
Of course, this was to be expected: first, the path from the execution stage to their headquarters was a straight road without a single turn; second, since today was the day of "tribute collection", almost all the shops in the city were closed, and the neighboring citizens had all gone to the market to witness the "execution", leaving the streets completely deserted.
As the five of them ran through these empty avenues, despite the distance being considerable, none of them were short of breath. After all, they were martial artists, and their physical endurance was significantly greater than that of ordinary people.
