Behind the old man followed two young men, dressed as apprentices. Judging by the remnant hostility on their brows, they were likely ruffian-like figures in the past, who hadn't reformed for long.
Zhang Ze's gaze wandered once more to Wolong Marsh, recalling his heaven-shaking feat of stepping on clouds and slaying the Dragon, and then he continued westward with satisfaction.
As if drawn by something, Zhang Ze's gaze came to a valley.
He saw Xiaoxue speaking with an elderly granny.
The granny turned to glance at Zhang Ze after noticing him looking.
"Granny, what are you looking at?" Xiaoxue asked nervously.
"Nothing much, just some of those little old age quirks. But what about you, child, what are you so nervous about?"
Granny Anya turned her head to look at Xiaoxue, noticing her expression was quite unnatural.
