It was already late afternoon, and the commoners lingering by the city gate looked utterly listless, like salted fish left to bake in the sun all day.
When the carriage rolled in, the gawking crowd turned to look, their eyes tired.
They had been watching the drama unfold for a long time, but the juicy spectacle they craved hadn't materialized, so they didn't have high hopes for this carriage.
But as soon as the carriage made its way into the city, the few Daoists who had been standing inside the gate instantly reacted, swarming it like bees to honey.
The action immediately made the onlookers and Jianghu People widen their eyes in surprise.
A few of the Jianghu People were sharp-eyed; they recognized the Daoists and knew the recent news of Master Xuanqing of Qingyun Cloud Temple's death.
Now that the Daoists of Qingyun Cloud Temple had made a move, several Jianghu People exchanged glances, realizing that a truly explosive scene might unfold today.
