The marathon route was about four kilometers long, and the team escorting the deity was sprinting along the closed road, guided by the sound of firecrackers.
The team Ansheng belonged to had porters who, although older, were all farmers who frequently ran to Tea Mountain. Like old soldiers, they ate from large stainless-steel bowls, showcasing their endurance.
As Ansheng's convoy turned a corner, they encountered another village's convoy.
Seeing Ansheng's convoy approaching, they didn't hesitate to block the path.
"Try bumping into one of us, and An will treat you all to KFC after the god parade!"
"You'll learn what it means to have Colonel Sanders minus the 'Ken' and 'De,' just a buff Colonel standing there!"
Seeing the opponents pressing forward, Ansheng immediately shouted scolding noises, waving the feather duster in his hand with a mischievous grin.
But the opposing convoy didn't understand Fox's threats.
