When Aigulie and the others attacked, they came without warning. Merchants who did not know the truth thought Holy Shield City could not hold out and hurried to dump their goods.
The Holy Light Merchant Guild took the opportunity to buy them at ten to twenty percent of their value. The quantity was staggering; ordinary storage bags could not hold it all, and only the guild's specially made storage bags would suffice. Then, the ten accompanying High God Tier experts disguised themselves as lower gods and fled without caring whether anyone else lived or died.
That was how Futeng had been left outside Holy Shield City. He had been lucky enough to hide inside a tunnel dug while searching for Drillhide Beasts. Otherwise, when the Ancient God Race first arrived, he would have died outside alongside everyone else.
Lu Yang asked, "Do you have a Holy Light Merchant Guild carriage, or anything else that clearly proves you belong to the Holy Light Race?"
Futeng walked to the entrance, pressed his palms together, and recited an incantation. A dazzling golden carriage appeared before them. The eight Void Beasts pulling it had silver-white fur and radiated a holy glow and aura.
"I was originally a fourth-level supervisor in the guild, but the newly arrived caravan captain demoted me to carriage driver over some trivial matter. This carriage just happened to be in my hands," Futeng cursed through clenched teeth.
"Heaven is helping us." Lu Yang slapped Futeng hard on the shoulder and looked at Aigulie. "Now we can enter the city without any trouble."
A caravan captain was at the peak High God Tier, the same level as the aura emitted by the Holy Spirit Armor Lu Yang had brought. With Futeng, a genuine Holy Light Merchant Guild merchant, entering the city