The night passed without incident. Early the next morning, the two of them came out of the space, mounted their horses, and headed toward the port in the south of the Peacock Dynasty.
Red Cloud was far too conspicuous, so the two of them picked two horses that looked very ordinary to ride. However, even an ordinary horse from within the space was tall and handsome, extremely eye-catching on the road.
Of course, no tactless fool came running over to stage a roadblock-and-horse-robbery drama.
Yang Zhengshan and Yu Qingyi had no interest in Playing the Pig to Eat the Tiger. The two rode tall, powerful horses, wore fitted brocade martial outfits, and every accessory on them was a priceless treasure. Most importantly, one of them had a long sword hanging at the waist, while the other had a long spear hanging from the saddle.
With that kind of attire, anyone who was not an idiot would know the two people in front of them were absolutely no ordinary folk. Let alone their bearing—even Yang Zhengshan's eyes alone were enough that ordinary petty villains would not dare meet his gaze, let alone step forward to pick a fight.
So all along their journey, they had yet to encounter anyone who took the initiative to come up and court death.
The two traveled south along the Cangyuan River. Along the way, they passed several cities, and they entered them to enjoy themselves for a while. The Peacock Dynasty was also very prosperous, and the farther south they went, the more prosperous it became.
The reason for this was that Tunwu City in the south of the Peacock Dynasty was the final destination for Da Rong's merchant ships on their long voyages.
West of the Peacock Dynasty was the Jialuo Dynasty, west of