The blazing sun shone brightly, casting dazzling rays upon the Yellow Earth Plain and stirring up sweltering heat.
On the official road, a towering figure, eight feet tall and concealed within a gray robe, stood proudly with his chest bare, revealing solid muscles. A trace of red tinged his thick beard, complementing his rock-solid features and evoking an aura of untamed ferocity.
Clutching a wide and straight square-headed great sword with crimson streaks flickering across its blade, it seemed to carry the flow of fire under the sunlight, exuding a powerful presence.
Such a commanding figure would lead anyone who crossed paths with him to acknowledge him as a formidable bandit.
Yet, who could imagine that this was actually a descendant of Emperor Yan, a member of the Jiang family?
"Innate Qi?"
The big man, sword in one hand, gripped Jiang Luo's collar with the other, hoisting him up, "Does the master's family have the face to come to the ancestral land?"
