No matter how much Lv Guanhong was unwilling in his heart, the next day still slowly arrived. The stars gradually retreated, and the once dark blue sky first lit up slightly from the east, then turned into a bright blue.
The majestic sight of the Myriad Beasts reappeared.
By the time they were within the last dozen or so miles, people from the Jianghu could be seen on both sides of the road, either using Qinggong or riding galloping horses. Seeing the elder on the tiger's back holding a composed demeanor, all were mentally shaken but dared not disturb them, often merely saluting from afar, then slowing their horses, not daring to advance, to show respect.
Thus, by the time an hour had passed, appearing before Backman City were not just the rumored fierce beasts on the move. The townspeople at the city gate stared blankly at the road ahead. Some holding knives let them drop, some sipping wine from a flask let it spill to the ground, not even noticing.
