"The demon who did black magic is in front!"
In the forest, a group of soldiers were chasing Fang Yuan and their expressions appeared solemn.
They were wearing uniforms and it appeared that they were from a single organisation.
At this point in time, a small-eyed man next to the leader twitched his nose.
"Whoosh!"
As a yellow glow emerged, his nose started to change. Facial hair started to grow on both sides of his face, which appeared a little yellowish.
After a deep breath, he came to a decision.
"Very well, let's split!"
The leader of all of them was a young man wearing a bamboo-woven crown. He was wearing long silk robes with an image of a cockerel sewn on it and a pair of cloth shoes. Although he appeared young, his actions seemed matured and he seemed to have a lot of influence.
"Yes, sir!"
Behind him, a few groups started to split and approached the river.
