Qingyan stared at the distant figure of Sangta and zoned out for a moment. Sangta's perceptions were extremely sharp, and he felt Qingyan's gaze from afar, suddenly turning his head to look back at him.
Qingyan frowned, but Sangta, from a distance, flashed him a sinister smile. Qingyan's heart tightened, and he hurriedly let down the curtain.
"Old and senile, I suppose, to be frightened by a little ghost like that," Qingyan muttered to himself, his voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz, intended only for his own ears.
Sangta, accompanied by three men riding ferocious beasts, paraded through the city, causing passersby to dodge and hide until they had gone far away. Only then did a few, still shaken, speak up: "How could they let barbarians with beasts enter Gaochang City? What if they eat someone?"
