The Barrier was still the same Barrier, Twilight City was still the same Twilight City, steampunk was still steampunk, and the Twilight Guard were still the same group of guards—as for the last group, of course they had changed somewhat since they first met. For instance, nearly everyone now had a bandage wrapped around their forehead. In more serious cases, the bandages extended all the way from the forehead to the hips, giving them quite the air of death soldiers returning from battle. Anyway, when Hao Ren saw them, he sighed and wondered why they had to fight so desperately. They were all injured this badly; wouldn't it be better to go back and lie down? Standing in formation on the main road to welcome them at a time like this was practically asking to make things difficult for Galadriel and the others...
Of course, even if these people really had come to make things difficult for Galadriel, it would not have been of much use. The Dragon Queen was an inspector with several thousand years of experience. What did several thousand years of experience mean? "Old hand" was no longer enough to describe her. She was at least the level of oil residue, the kind who remained calm even when Mount Tai collapsed before her eyes, with nerves as tough as if their ends had already died. More than a hundred battered and bandaged Twilight Guards stood along both sides of the main road, brimming with resentment, while Galadriel and Anthony marched past the people they had just thoroughly beaten, chests thrust out as though reviewing troops. As they walked, they even praised them: "You youngsters fought pretty well just now." "You are all brave men. I admire you greatly." "You soldiers have worked hard!" "Young man, I can