When Wang Anfeng appeared, the entire mountain valley had almost been flattened by the Qing Taoqi cavalry, who were such elite fighters that each could release Sword Qi. Even with just their Waist Sabers, their efficiency was astoundingly high.
On one side of the valley, a pile of wood had accumulated, and Gongsun Jing was about to lead these fierce men, usually tasked with killing and beheading, to draw out their Waist Sabers and chop the wood using Blade Qi, planning to build a few houses.
Upon seeing Wang Anfeng emerge, Gongsun Jing stopped what he was doing and prepared to call off the rest of the Qing Taoqi members.
He hadn't begun his Cultivation practice for the day yet.
Before he could speak, Anfeng had already steadily placed a large wooden barrel, big enough to drown a man, on the ground. The medicinal liquid inside sloshed about, emitting a pungent odor that nearly nobody could ignore—as heads simultaneously turned to look.
