The pigeons that had clearly flown out not only returned for no apparent reason, but were reduced to nothing more than a handful of feathers.
Lord Zhu's expression turned grave.
Could a handful of feathers still flap its wings and fly?
There was a haunting!
"Go!"
"To the city gate!"
Soon, he led a group of people to Lan Guan City's gate. The once bustling gate now had only a dozen fully armed patrol soldiers.
Outside the city gate, a dusty road stretched all the way to the horizon.
There was not a single person in sight.
"You. Go out."
Lord Zhu pointed at one of the powerful clansmen and ordered him to leave the city.
"Uh—"
Fear immediately appeared on the clansman's face. He had also realized that something was wrong with Lan Guan City. The pigeon had just turned into a handful of feathers. Would a person turn into a human skin upon leaving?
"My lord... I can have..."
"You!"
"Get out immediately!"
Lord Zhu rudely cut him off, his eyes flashing with terrifying killing intent.
The powerful clansman's lips moved several times.
In the end, he could only helplessly nod and walk toward the city gate with trembling steps. He knew that if he refused again, his entire family would probably not survive the day.
Lord Zhu stood where he was.
His eyes were fixed on the clansman's every move, wanting to see what would happen when he left the city.
The others were also both frightened and worried.
Of course, their fear and worry were not for that clansman. They were afraid that Lord Zhu would make them serve as cannon fodder as well, and worried that if something really had happened to the city, they would not be able to leave.
One step.
Two steps.