The drumbeat-like explosions and gunfire had stopped at some point.
Not long after, black smoke began to drift from the direction of Dusty Town.
The residents journeying on the mountain path could not help but halt their steps, unloading their burdens and prostrate themselves towards the small town.
"Great Antler God above..."
"We hope that the Big Horn Rat is safe and sound."
"Emperor protect us."
From these disorganized prayers, it wasn't hard to see just how haphazard their faith really was.
Yet their hearts praying for the safety of the warriors were completely free of deceit.
Zhang Zhengyang, tied by his hands to the ox cart, felt a surge of relief upon seeing that wisp of black smoke, and a secret thrill of schadenfreude.
The esteemed Bishop sure hadn't abandoned him!
Their allies had sent someone to rescue him!
However, he didn't let his thoughts show on his face but just meekly shrank back, fearing that the survivors might notice him and vent their rage on him.
