Zhang Xianlong noticed the person blocking the road, and naturally, so did Wei Fan.
Someone with ill intent was coming straight for the three of them; otherwise, they wouldn't be standing directly in the middle of the road.
The person wore a mask and held a large golden spear in hand.
The carriage stopped!
Wei Fan and Zhang Xianlong leapt down, with Long Xueyi following closely behind, jumping off the carriage as well.
A fierce wind began to swirl, stirring up a sky full of dust. An aura belonging to the Half-Step Divine Realm pressed down on the three of them.
The three exchanged glances, all wearing grave expressions.
The fact that the Demon Suppression Bureau was transporting supplies to Cyan Cloud City was not a secret. Such a huge convoy was clearly delivering goods.
