After tidying up the scene, the group feared another accident might occur. Without looking back, they hurried toward the outer city.
Outside Meng Family Village in Lingwu City, vast swathes of steel fortresses rose from the ground like beasts of war, staggered in formation. Fierce, brutal heavy crossbows rested upon the tower walls, their Killing Aura laid bare, sharp and terrifying.
One sturdy, powerful warrior after another guarded his post with utmost focus, without the slightest hint of slacking or laziness. Clearly, not only were they skilled in profound martial arts, but they had also been rigorously trained.
The entire place could be called a wall every five steps and a gate every ten. It guarded Meng Family Village—whose sprawling lands concealed inexhaustible wealth while retaining an incomparably fresh, natural environment—so tightly that not even a drop of water could seep through.
When they reached the two towering gatehouses facing each other at the outermost perimeter of Meng Family Village, they could see the scene within through the open, heavy, broad gate. Niu Dali and Yuan Bin exchanged looks of both surprise and delight.
In their eyes, Meng Zhao had come from the Southern An Meng Family, so his influence in Ji Prefecture ought to have been at its strongest. Lingwu City should merely have been a temporary place of refuge, so they had not held much hope.
Yet reality gave them a pleasant surprise. Judging from the grandeur of this estate alone, it was more than a hundred times more magnificent and imposing than the Taoyun Residence Yuan Bin had built atop White Bottle Mountain. On top of that, its defenses were strict and its air brimmed with a solemn murderous chill. It was clear that its wealth reached the heavens and its power stood lofty beyond what any