Chapter 122: Dirty Bai Dajin
After what felt like thirty minutes of galloping, Anji could no longer hear the shouting of the bandits behind them. She had no idea what was happening, but as soon as Gu Ying sheathed her sword and slowed the horse down to a trot, she asked if it was safe to open her eyes. Crouching against the horse, the mane tickling her nose, was uncomfortable.
"You can open your eyes now, it’s safe."
After opening her eyes, Anji realised the grass was greener and shorter here. They must have travelled quite far. However, she did not see her brother or Bai Dajin.
"Where is my brother and Sect Leader Bai?" she peered up at Gu Ying, who was preparing to dismount. "Are they ok?"
Nodding, Gu Ying got off the horse and extended her hand to help Anji climb down. Once the girl was down on her feet, the Manchurian bodyguard let the horse graze for a little while. No river or stream was in sight, so they could only spare the good horse a little water.
Spreading the mat on the ground, Anji sat down and waited for Gu Ying to explain what was happening. She wasn’t worried about her brother because Bai Dajin was with him. However, how would they know where to find Anji? Gu Ying had travelled very far.
Once the horse was happily munching grass, GU Ying returned and handed Anji some food.
"They will meet us when they are done with the bandits," she finally explained. "We agreed to travel in the east direction, so if they follow the only path in this direction, they will find us."
If Gu Ying was unworried, Anji should have more faith in the adults. However, without seeing her brother and Bai Dajin in person, she had little appetite. The bun in her hand tasted like dry sandpaper.
After ten minutes, Anji heard the faint sound of galloping from a distance. The little cloud of dust gave her hope, and Anji wanted to greet who she thought would be her brother, but Gu Ying stopped her, remaining vigilant.
"It might not be him," she warned. "If any bandits escaped them, you must remain hidden until the danger is over."
The possibility was slim, but one could never be too careful. Reminded of the possibility, Anji quickly polished the rest of the bun and crawled into the tall grass, crouching while Gu Ying stood beside the horse.