Within the city.
The ground was covered with a red carpet, and fresh flowers were scattered along its edges.
"Young Master Ye, our Sand Bone King treats you with royal courtesy, which fully shows our king's sincerity!" Sand Scorpion walked behind Ye Wudao, not daring to overstep.
Ye Wudao stood with his hands behind his back, and said indifferently, "A small barbarian country, yet you do understand etiquette!"
"Hehe, please," Sand Scorpion gestured invitingly.
Ye Wudao stepped onto the red carpet and strode forward.
Along the road, many citizens of Sand Bone City stood, curiously sizing up Ye Wudao.
"Is he the Young Master of Beiwang Palace, Ye Wudao?"
"Ah, so handsome!" some of the women showed a lovesick expression.
"He's so young!"
"Don't be fooled by his youth, his hands are stained with the lives of hundreds of thousands!" an old man said coldly.
The red carpet extended for several kilometers, ending at a majestic royal mansion.
