Looking at Panlong City, its walls washed in rosy light and dyed a pale gold, Luo Feng felt a surge of familiarity rise from the depths of his heart and let out a soft breath.
This time returning home, his state of mind was different from before. With the results of being first Martial Champion, and becoming an Inner Sect Disciple of Linglong Hall of the Twelve Golden Palaces, this was truly a homecoming in embroidered robes; to say he felt no excitement in his heart was impossible.
Quickening his pace, Luo Feng and the old hunter followed the surging stream of people and soon arrived before the city gate.
On both sides of the gate stood over a dozen city-guarding soldiers, their gazes sweeping across the crowd.
"Eh!"
The leading city guard let his eyes pass over Luo Feng, was stunned for a moment, then lowered his voice to the man beside him and said, "Look at that youth, he seems to be Young Master Luo Feng."
"Young Master Luo Feng?"
