Lin Fan truly wasn't accustomed to such grand spectacles, always feeling awkward, indescribably uncomfortable.
Surrounded by a million guards, each armored and armed, brimming with authority.
However.
Lin Fan couldn't help feeling awkward.
He just wanted to leave quickly, get out of the Shennong Clan as soon as possible.
Yet, things did not go as he wished.
Not to mention that the march of a million-strong army is inherently slow, Yi Gangmu deliberately ordered the pace to be slowed down.
Wherever they went, it was utter chaos, bustling with noise, as if eagerly beating drums and gongs to let all the Shennong Clan's people know about this.
"General Yi, can't we be a bit quieter?"
"No, this is the clan leader's order, to make sure all the Shennong Clan's people know of your existence."
"Oh gosh..." Lin Fan slapped his forehead, utterly helpless.
The procession was grand and mighty, shaking the heavens and the earth.
