"What are they doing?..."
The Mystical Beast Qilin looked puzzled at the village nearby. A group of burly men holding various weapons were hostile towards it, while an old Spirit Monkey stood behind the crowd, looking at it with uncertainty. Feng Yuan hopped off the back of the Qilin, perhaps because it was so tall, Feng Yuan almost lost his balance and fell, but after steadying himself, he walked over with a smile and said,
"There's no need for such an enthusiastic welcome."
"Who are you? What brings you here?"
A man who seemed to be the leader eyed Feng Yuan warily, ready to spear him if he made any sudden movements. Just as Feng Yuan was about to explain, a soldier appeared on horseback, seeming puzzled by the crowd at the village entrance. After shaking his head to clear it, he announced,
