「The next day.」
On the main road outside Linyuan City, seven or eight Cyan Armored Bulls, each as sturdy as a small mountain, huffed and puffed as they pulled carts laden with goods. The grand procession advanced toward Black Stone City.
At the head of the convoy, Lin Wanzhu rode a magnificent, tall steed. Today, she had changed into a practical, belted, cyan martial uniform that outlined her breathtaking, fiery curves. A gentle breeze brushed past her coldly beautiful face. The heavy burden she had carried upon her arrival was gone, replaced by a look of utter ease and contentment.
Behind her, Xu Feng, Jiang Liuchuan, and Yang Gang followed on horseback, chatting and laughing along the way.
"Tsk, tsk. When Senior Brother Su makes a move, there's truly nothing he can't handle. It's genuinely awe-inspiring."
Jiang Liuchuan rode a pure white horse, a white Feather Fan in his hand fluttering rapidly.
