Chapter 1070: Chapter 173: Still Dull-Witted (12,000 Words)
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 ti 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 deanor, all were ntally shaken but dared not disturb them, often rely saluting from afar, then slowing their horses, not daring to advance, to show respect.
Thus, by the ti 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. So holding knives let them drop, so sipping wine from a flask let it spill to the ground, not even noticing.
A Qin man was at the forefront, riding a thin horse.
After standing up, the elder rode the tiger with a calm deanor, followed by nurous beasts on the move. Martial artists and swordsn from various oases rode majestic steeds, their right hands resting on sheathed curved sabers, quietly following the elder and the young man ahead.
The young man in a brocade tiger-pattern battle robe couldn’t help but hold his breath.
This was not just two people.
This was almost an army.
He waited until the two were close, the beasts prostrated outside, and only then did he co to his senses, a smile appearing on his face as he led people forward to greet them. Wang Anfeng reined his horse to let Lv Guanhong through. The latter, though simple-minded, was after all an elder of a large sect and much more experienced with such matters than he was.
Because Wang Anfeng masked his essence with the Qi chanism of the Divine Weapon, no one around noticed he possessed profound martial arts skills. They rely assud he was a subordinate of Lv Guanhong from Myriad Beast Valley and didn’t pay him much mind. All eyes were fixed on the extraordinary, serenely composed elder.
After a rather solemn ceremony, the youth with a dignified appearance personally rode forward, welcoming everyone into the city, staying one position behind Lv Guanhong, looking respectful, while Wang Anfeng remained behind nurous attendants, letting his thin horse walk forward slowly.
He had traveled across the Great Qin, but he had never seen such architectural styles and cities before. Every building was square-shaped, and the whole city emanated a feeling of heat.
Everywhere was dim yellow, ancient and rustic. Yet in the very center of the massive city was an extensive Jiangnan Road-style building, which seed quite out of place.
Because Lv Guanhong was a Parthian, the language spoken all around was in Parthian, which Wang Anfeng could barely understand. He didn’t mind, casually looking around, vaguely hearing so familiar tunes. Wang Anfeng was montarily stunned, then realized it was the Parthian tune Liu ngyan often sang in the village.
Instinctively looking up, he glanced around but did not find the young girl. Instead, he saw another thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, whose clothes were sowhat thin for winter. Yet, her eyes were jubilant, brimming with satisfaction.
Even Wang Anfeng felt his heart relax a little.
He watched the young girl leave, and when he withdrew his gaze, he noticed sothing was amiss. The crowd around him seed to suddenly drift away, the passersby turning black and white, losing their vitality and becoming part of the background.
This wasn’t because sothing was wrong with them, but rather due to the overly ‘dazzling and distinct’ presence erging within this world had overshadowed the ordinary, making them lose their color.
Wang Anfeng frowned, abruptly raising his head to look.
On the third floor of a tavern, by the window.
A tall elder with a cold expression and a pair of light gray eyes lightly gazed at Wang Anfeng as if looking at a corpse, exuding an aura as vast and boundless as the sky, compelling a feeling of wanting to kneel and prostrate from within hearts.
He held a white porcelain wine cup, and as the convoy passed by, his wrist trembled, shooting out a stream of clear wine like an arrow. Yet, in mid-air, the wine flow surged, transforming into a roaring, nacing dragon, charging fiercely, but unnoticed by anyone.
Wang Anfeng bent his right hand, curling his dagger from his embrace, then with a wrist exertion, wielded the dagger like a sword, a faint azure Sword Gang appearing on it, striking with perfect timing onto the water arrow, and with a slight tremor, the wine instantly dissipated into nothing.
In an instant, his wrist turned from rigid to gentle, rotating slightly.
The shattered wine arrow instantly reversed its yin and yang course, following the original trajectory back into the tavern.
The Qi chanism blockage broken, sound and color returned to Wang Anfeng’s control. This exchange was extrely secretive, with both sides acting with such swiftness that even ordinary martial artists couldn’t possibly see the corresponding paths with the naked eye.
Everything was as if nothing had ever happened.
The passersby remained, various dialects and colloquial sounds mingling together, even more noisy than before. All at once, they surged into Wang Anfeng’s ears. Though normal, it now felt sowhat uncomfortable.
The convoy continued to move forward slowly. Only Lv Guanhong seed to sense sothing off, slightly withdrawing his neck.
Wang Anfeng withdrew his gaze, the dagger in his right hand sheath-bound before anyone noticed, only his hang-down right hand trembling slightly, his veins tingling.
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