Shu Shiyuan saw this violent force stop as soon as it started, feeling an increasing sense of dread, but he temporarily suppressed his fear and shouted, "We... we are people of the Xie Family, Commanders of the Hanzhou Path! As for why we are here, we cannot disclose it, and we ask for forgiveness from the senior!"
He held the reins tightly, his heart pounding like a drum, and his palms were already sweaty.
He looked incredulously at the sword qi, dyed into broken gold by the sunlight, suspended in the sky.
What kind of power is this?
How could there be such terrifying power in the world?
Suddenly, Shu Shiyuan thought of something, hands trembling as he took out a token from his chest, raising it high, "This is proof! A token!!"
After a long while...
A faint voice came.
"Go."
With this one word, the three hundred Iron Cavalry and the two envoys finally felt relieved.
