Ran Yan also felt the same way. The Tang Dynasty had implemented a system of government soldiers, with each unit composed of as many as fifty men. If this person could enter so effortlessly, then whom was he avoiding? These thoughts flashed through her mind, but her voice remained even as she said, "Continue walking."
Although her voice was cold too, it was different from the cold and murderous aura of the man in black; instead, it had a stabilizing power that could calm hearts.
The government soldiers outside heard Ran Yan's command and hesitated briefly before continuing to march forward, led by the Team Leader.
The black-clothed stranger, however, didn't relax even slightly. The long sword in his hand still rested appropriately against Ran Yan's neck. The blade, capable of cutting hair in two with a blow, hadn't made even a small cut in her skin, indicating that this person's self-control had reached a nearly pathological level.
