Several li outside Longjiang Commandery City's eastern gate, the group began walking forward.
At this time, it was the You hour.
The golden crow sank westward, and evening clouds filled the sky.
The shadows of passing people and horse carriages were stretched long beneath the setting sun.
Then, from the distance came several light shouts of "Move aside." Five or six martial artists could be seen protecting two brocade-clothed youths as they returned through the dusk. Horsewhips swung, without the slightest concern for whether there were still people on the official road.
Hearing this.
A merchant caravan hurriedly drove its carriages and goods to the side, avoiding collision and trouble.
After all, aside from commandery city aristocratic family disciples, who else would dare charge recklessly along the official road like this?
