The mystic cultivators were already being courteous by not blasting open this city gate.
"Does the city lord have anything else to ask?" Murong Xun sat on a big wooden armchair and finally held a cup of hot tea in her hands contentedly.
This period of time when they had to press on with their journey was really exhausting. The disciples' bodies definitely also couldn't endure much more either. In any case, since there was still more than half a month until the start of the competition, it was alright to rest up for a few more days here.
"That, Peak Master Murong! I heard the general report that… cough, you captured the third son of the Akedo Tribe's Clan Head."
"That's right!" Murong Xun nodded and then huffed, "This punk is so arrogant and despotic! Have to properly sort his character out."
