For Zhong Lei, his wife and children, and their fellow travelers, the journey that followed felt like a dream.
First, the young warriors calling themselves the "Chang'an Patrol Guard Camp," who had wiped out the bandits, reorganized Zhong Lei's group and ferreted out several bandit spies.
They were beheaded on the spot!
Then, under their guidance and escort, the group cast off their cumbersome miscellaneous baggage and supplies, traveling light and pressing onward at greater speed.
By the afternoon of the following day, they had left Sacred Ancestor Road and reached the surface.
The young warriors of the Chang'an Patrol Guard Camp had completed their escort mission. Only a five-man squad remained behind to continue leading the way, while all the others returned to Sacred Ancestor Road to purge the bandits.
"Look, that is Taiwu City."
The young warrior leading them pointed at the majestic city in the distance. "Those of you who want to go there may leave now."
Taiwu City!
Quite a few people burst into cheers.
The young warrior then pointed in another direction. "And this is our Chang'an City!"
Chang'an City!
Everyone's gaze involuntarily turned in the direction of his finger.
Not far away, another equally majestic city stood upon the vast plain!
Chang'an?
Many people were dumbfounded.
Everyone had heard of Taiwu City, but they truly had no idea there was another city called Chang'an near it.
Some had visited Taiwu City before, and they were even more astonished now, hardly daring to believe their eyes—only a few years had passed, so how had a great city suddenly appeared?
Only a very small number of people revealed delighted smiles.
The young warrior declared proudly, "Chang'an City was built by the Lord of Chang'an, Sacred Master Wang Chen. If you wish to go there, follow me!"