"Vile creature..."
The skinny horse seemed certain that Wang Anfeng wouldn't dare do anything to it in public, so it was somewhat smug, almost frolicking. But it became obedient only when Wang Anfeng expressionlessly placed a dagger at its neck, obediently carrying him to the location agreed upon with the caravan.
The caravan was already waiting on one side outside Liangzhou City, with about seventy to eighty percent of the people already there. Various goods, wines, silks, and porcelains piled high on the vehicles, and although the horses pulling the carts were low-sized nags, the sheer number of carts lined up seemed like a long dragon, attracting the side glances of passersby.
However, there were many tall martial artists here, wearing sharp weapons, so people didn't dare to stare too much, lest they invite curses. At the front of the caravan sat a tall man, about forty years old. At this age, ordinary people had passed their peak, their spirit and vigor beginning to decline.
