Clip-clop.
The robust demon horse trampled the muddy ground, revealing an uneven path of green bricks.
The handsome young man gripped the reins, his gaze unwavering.
Behind him, Zhang Xuan raced after on horseback, both in admiration and anxiety, "Officer Shen..."
"Don't talk."
Shen Yi cautioned him softly.
Zhang Xuan was momentarily stunned before he noticed the numb expressions of the commoners on the street who had stopped their activities. Upon seeing the profound armor on his body, a flicker of light finally sparked in their dull eyes.
Enveloped by so many gazes.
Zhang Xuan subconsciously straightened up, following closely behind Shen Yi, swiftly passing through the streets.
To offer a glimmer of hope to the commoners suppressed by demons for years, what was needed was not soft-spoken words, but the silhouette of an exceedingly confident figure.
The profound armor remained unbroken, the blade still sharp.
