When that towering figure came galloping in on horseback.
Without exception, every soldier guarding the city gate greeted him with a smile.
Some officers even tied banners to the tips of their spears, bearing the bold words: Welcome the Holy Monk to Chang'an City for his visit and condolences!
But words were one thing; their trembling legs were rather disgraceful.
They looked like ordinary people facing a fierce tiger released from its cage!
If possible, they dearly wished someone could give them a hand...
Only several seconds later.
When the figure riding forward at a measured pace passed right by them without even sparing them a glance, they finally relaxed a little.
Yet soon afterward, in that very moment of relaxation, they immediately felt a slight dampness in their trousers.
Clearly, without realizing it, they had wet themselves in fright...
Even the spears in their hands were hard to hold steady, as though they had drunk counterfeit liquor...
"Clop, clop, clop..."
This was the sound of hooves advancing along the bluestone-paved roads within Chang'an City.
Each step was incomparably clear and incomparably steady.
Other than that, not a single sound could be heard anywhere on the entire street.
This place, ordinarily bustling beyond measure, had now become silent to an almost soundless degree.
Even the glowing coals burning in the roadside braziers no longer crackled and popped.
It could be said that if Chang'an City in ordinary times was like a colossal beast crouching upon the earth, swallowing wind and clouds, peerlessly imposing, drawing the eight directions to pay tribute.
Making one unable to help but marvel at its magnificence!
Then at this very moment, faced with Tang Sanzang's arrival, this giant beast was like a corpse that had lain stiff for countless centuries, without even the sound of