Ten-some warships belonging to the Great Zhou Navy appeared downstream, each manned by many soldiers armed with divine crossbows.
With a whoosh, many experts of the Imperial Court went ashore and ran into Fengyang City.
Several Daoists, their blue clothes drifting about them, flew out of the forest on the opposite shore. They gently touched the navy ships and then landed on the other shore.
The blue-clothed Daoists had cold, unfathomable expressions, and wielded Dao swords. They came from the Monastery of Eternal Spring in Luoyang.
The tattered leather boots stepped on the stone steps still not dry from the morning dew.
The tea merchants and pedestrians on both sides of the stone steps subconsciously backed away as this person approached, perhaps out of fear or out of shame.
Xiao Zhang didn't even look at these people, ignored those experts of the Imperial Court pursuing him. Holding his spear, he expressionlessly continued forward.
