Subsequently, Chen Yuan swung himself onto his horse.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
With Chen Yuan's motion, those who knelt on one knee immediately followed suit.
"Set off to the Dragon Tiger Sect!"
Chen Yuan murmured softly, clamped his legs on the horse's belly, and below him the yellow horse neighed, its hooves moving forward.
"Rumble..."
At the same time, over a hundred riders moved, shaking the ground ceaselessly, as if an earthquake had occurred.
Pedestrians on the road hurriedly made way, looking with awe at the formidable team of the Heavenly Patrol Bureau, their faces showing excitement — after all, such grand commotion had not been seen in Nanling Prefecture for many years.
Leading them, Chen Yuan's expression remained unchanged, his Black Cloud Clothing rustling in the cool breeze.
Suddenly, Chen Yuan's gaze sharpened. In the crowd of fearful onlookers by the road, he spotted a somewhat familiar face, as if they had met before...
