Zhang Zhenyu and the young cultivators halted in their tracks. Zhang Zhenyu immediately grew extremely tense, his heart pounding in his chest as he realised the delicate situation could turn into a bloodbath at any second.
Stepping smoothly to the front of the group, Xie Yanlin took charge as their temporary leader, putting on an easygoing, polite expression.
"Sir, what seems to be the problem? Is there a reason you are preventing us from leaving your town?" Xie Yanlin asked, a pleasant, disarming smile playing on his lips.
The guard leader completely ignored the question, his greedy eyes instead locking directly onto the magnificent, winged Qianlima pulling Zhang Zhenyu's carriage.
It was truly an extraordinary, legendary mount. His superior, the town leader, had been eyeing the majestic beast from the moment it crossed the threshold and desperately wanted this Qianlima for his own personal stable.
