The Northern March

Sensing something unusual about Zhao Huai'an, Liu Han couldn't help asking, “Master, is danger approaching?”

Looking at the disciple who had been by his side day and night for more than half a month, Zhao Huai'an smiled with satisfaction. “That's right. My enemies have tracked us down. Head east in a little while. I'll draw them deep to the west.”

Liu Han said anxiously, “How can I do that? I must face the enemy alongside you, Master.”

“Enough, Han'er. You're not strong enough to protect yourself yet. If you stay with me, I'll have to split my attention to look after you. Here are the first six levels of the Nine Heavens Roaming Dragon Art. Once you're out, remember to go to Mount Qingxuan. I'll wait for you there. Don't head south. They've already laid a dragnet over that area. Hurry, or it will be too late.” With that, Zhao Huai'an tossed Liu Han a manual and shoved him away...