The shouts of the Coachmen, the voices of the soldiers, and the sound of the flag fluttering in the wind formed a marching map. The grain transportation fleet of the sacred Institute had never expected that someone would attack them. In their opinion, the Army in front of them was suppressing the anti-sacred Institute Alliance. They didn't think that the anti-sacred Institute Alliance would have time to care about them.
In the beginning, the Wukong-level Masters would fly up from time to time to check the surroundings. After a while, they would not have such thoughts at all. They would all sit in the carriage, or even in a few large carriages, talking and laughing. Sometimes, they would even get some wine to drink.
