The troops had been sorted out, and all the bloodstains and scattered rocks in the gorge had been cleared away.
Wang Yuan raised a hand and tossed out a broad, heavy black robe.
Its hood was exceedingly deep, and the hanging cloth could completely conceal one's face. It could even suppress most of the aura of the Viscera Refining Realm.
"Put it on."
Liu Canglan showed no resistance whatsoever. He accepted the black robe and put it on properly.
His entire face vanished beneath heavy shadows, leaving only his eyes exposed. There was no longer the slightest trace of Bitao Sect's deputy sect master in his appearance.
"Outside, call yourself Elder Liu. You are not to reveal your true identity to anyone."
"This subordinate obeys."
Liu Canglan bowed deeply. The spiritual shackles of the Evil God's Eye had firmly locked down his mind, leaving him without the slightest hint of disloyalty.
The thirty dead soldiers also changed into ordinary black clothing, restraining their murderous, baleful auras as they blended into the rear flank of the procession.
Tie Zhan and Luo Qingxuan watched this unfold, chills still running through their hearts.
A Viscera Refining Realm expert reduced to a servant—such a thing would be shocking even across all of Cloud Province.
"Set out."
Wang Yuan returned to the gilded carriage. The Horned Dragon Divine Steed raised its head and neighed, while a hundred Black-Armored Cavalry riders cleared the way.
Liu Canglan, cloaked in black, and the dead soldiers followed behind the honor guard as the vast procession galloped toward Gaoye City.
The closer they came to the border, the more desolate the scenery along the way became.
The fields on both sides of the official road lay barren. Ji Province refugees dragging their families along could be seen everywhere, starving and