C1035 A Sarcastic Remark

"Master, why don't you take a break? It's already been 20 kilometers, and the soldiers can take it. The witches can't take it!"

Fu Wendao was lying on the back of the black yak. His forehead was covered with sweat, and his aged body seemed to be paralyzed. He was breathing heavily.

Wang Mang glanced at him indifferently and then looked back at the demon concubines who were sweating and pale