Spring was warm, and the sunshine was gentle.
In this bright morning light, Hong Yuan, Yue'er, two maids, and an old nurse were inside a carriage.
The procession was magnificent, its momentum astonishing.
Businessmen and officials within the inner city all stopped on both sides of the street, watching as the Black Wolf Flag moved into the distance.
The common people from the outer city had been driven out even earlier by the catchpoles, leaving the long street at the disposal of the troop.
"Such a domineering presence! Surely the important members of General Black Wolf are inside," Ma Dong exclaimed in surprise, awestruck by the display.
Compared to the General's Mansion, the Wang Family where he had previously stayed was just a pile of dogshit, not even worthy of comparison.
Three Martial Artists not inferior to me, perhaps even stronger!? Zhang Kaihe was stunned, so much so that he didn't notice the hot tea spilling onto his boots.
