Yan Liqiang, Gu Zexuan, and Zhao Huipeng woke up from their slumber the next day before dawn. After a moment of preparation, they slung their bags on their backs and left Tianqiao Peak. Before a quarter past five in the morning, they managed to reach the mountain gates of the Divine Sword Sect.
When the three of them arrived outside the gates of the Divine Sword Sect, the sky in the east had just begun to shine. The sun wasn't even out yet. Despite that, the wide road outside the mountain gates was already bustling with all sorts of activity. About three hundred primed carriages and rhinodrake steeds of the same number — as well as twice the number of personnel — had already gathered at the roadside, shouting about and making noises.
"Sh*t. There are so many carriages. How many things are they actually pulling?" Gu Zexuan widened his eyes as he watched the spectacle in front of him.
