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 time 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 demeanor, all were mentally shaken but dared not disturb them, often merely saluting from afar, then slowing their horses, not daring to advance, to show respect. Thus, by the time 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. Some holding knives let them drop, some 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 demeanor, followed by numerous beasts on the move. Martial artists and swordsmen 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 come 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 Mechanism of the Divine Weapon, no one around noticed he possessed profound martial arts skills. They merely assumed 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 numerous 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 seemed 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 some familiar tunes. Wang Anfeng was momentarily stunned, then realized it was the Parthian tune Liu Mengyan 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 somewhat 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 something was amiss. The crowd around him seemed to suddenly drift away, the passersby turning black and white, losing their vitality and becoming part of the background. This wasn't because something was wrong with them, but rather due to the overly 'dazzling and distinct' presence emerging 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, menacing 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 mechanism blockage broken, sound and color returned to Wang Anfeng's control. This exchange was extremely 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 somewhat uncomfortable. The convoy continued to move forward slowly. Only Lv Guanhong seemed to sense something 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. Chapters first released on n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net