C397 It Would be Futile to Pursue Her

Guo Jia looked at the road at the bottom of the mountain. His brows were furrowed into a square shape, and his bloodshot eyes were filled with worry. Unknowingly, the sun had already risen. He raised his hand to shield his eyes from the blinding sunlight, and his expression became even more anxious.

At the foot of the mountain, Gongsun Zan was lying on a thick blanket in the lee of the wind