The cavalry team galloped freely until they abruptly reined in their horses in front of the group stationed at Yinling. The direction of the wind was not right, and the huge cloud of dust they kicked up drifted straight towards the crowd. It was a good thing that everyone had their Protective Gang, or that single gust would have buried them up to their necks in dirt.
It was quite impolite, but the Yinling assembly couldn't do anything about it, for among the newcomers were Upper Cultivators they couldn't afford to offend—three of them, no less.
One from the Mu Shuai's office, one from the Anhe Daoist Sect, and one from the Huncheng Sect—it seemed they were the leading masters. With them at the helm, dealing with a bunch of miserable folks whose highest Realm was merely Bridge Connection, there wasn't much room for respect.
