Long Cheng and Hu Xinzhu, meanwhile, eyed the heavily guarded surroundings with ill will. Their faces carried a trace of mockery and disdain as they shook their heads slightly. Born in the Blood Qin Empire, they had long grown used to scenes where demigods walked the streets and Saints were cheaper than dogs. The Great Flame Dynasty's grand display only made them sneer.
On the roadside lawns and in the flowerbeds, elderly and young nobles who had once served the Caesar Empire but had now boldly thrown themselves into the warm embrace of the Great Flame Dynasty curiously sized up Lin Qi's party. They all knew that the Temple of War was dispatching a delegation to Flame City to discuss various matters with the Great Flame Dynasty.
But the Gallic Empire and the Dawn Temple had unexpectedly sent delegations to Flame City as well—and they had arrived even earlier than the Temple of War's delegation, the rightful main guests. That left these old foxes of the nobility with a hint of unease.
Yet certain noble ladies and young misses, dressed in long gowns that bared their shoulders and large swathes of snow-white back despite the depths of winter, holding delicate fans meant for cooling themselves, still wore serene smiles. Though their thighs trembled in the freezing wind, they lifted their chins slightly and studied Lin Qi's group from the corners of their eyes.
Lin Qi, with his middle-aged uncle appearance, drew no interest from them. Even if he was a mighty figure whose single battle had shaken the entire Western Continent, these noblewomen and young ladies still had little interest in an old man.
Apart from Lin Qi, whether it was the flamboyantly dressed Alda or the young, vigorous, powerfully built Enzo, Long Cheng, Hu Xinzhu, and the others, all