In the streets and alleys behind them, several convoys gathered at a corner.
Warriors in fitted combat clothes, lavish dresses, and banners of every color mingled together.
One group of warriors stood out in particular. Five tigers, claws bared and fangs flashing, were embroidered on their chests. They belonged to the Five Tiger Sect!
Among the men of the Five Tiger Sect stood a woman who showed no trace of panic.
Had Fang Yuan been there, he would certainly have recognized her. She was Li Qingwu!
The Five Tiger Sect disciple who had given him a token back then!
Nearby were several people in blue riding tall, powerful horses, long sabers at their waists. Their auras were far from weak.
On the other side stood an ornately decorated carriage, subtle patterns embroidered on its curtains, with several women dressed as maids beside it.
Clearly, they did not all belong to the same faction.
They had merely happened to converge here, all hoping to break out through the south gate.
They had reached the same conclusion as Fang Yuan.
The south gate was the main gate. Though it was the most heavily guarded, the official road lay just beyond it.
That road led south straight to Capital City. Once they broke out, they could swiftly leave the battlefield that Wushui Commandery had become.
The risk was great, but it was better than detouring to another gate and traveling dozens of extra li, never knowing what they might run into along the way.
The crowd suddenly halted.
Shouts of battle rang out from the gate ahead.
An old man urged his horse forward and leaned out to look, his expression shifting with uncertainty.
"Is someone forcing their way through?"
He glanced back at the others.
"Quick, find out whose convoy is up