Preaching the Dao

Lu Prefecture Market.

The small village where Fang La lived.

That day, Three Dog was tilling the fields belonging to Fang La's family.

Strangely enough, the lump of flesh on his face had gradually healed ever since that day. Now, only a few faint marks remained.

Yet the more this was so, the less he dared abandon Fang La's fields. Even though the agreed-upon term had long passed, he still came every day to labor diligently, tending them with even greater care than his own land.

Farmwork was grueling. As the sun climbed higher, beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks.

Three Dog pulled out another clump of weeds. When he looked up, he suddenly froze.

More than fifty people were escorting a carriage, forming a vast convoy as they slowly entered the village from its entrance.

Every one of those fifty men was strong and capable. Though they wore robes over them, their bodies bulged with concealed weapons.

A gust of wind even revealed the leather armor worn by their leader!

"Th-this... where did such a distinguished person come from?"

Without another thought, Three Dog dropped to his knees by the roadside.

With such an imposing display, they were already comparable to a prefectural governor!

And for a commoner who did not wish to invite trouble, the best course was to kneel by the road—not even daring to look!

"The village hasn't changed much..."

Inside the carriage, Aaron lifted a corner of the curtain and looked out at the scene, nodding faintly.

Ever since they had crossed the river, the court's pursuit had abruptly weakened considerably.

After Aaron spent some money to have Zhan Da and the others alter their appearances, it became even less of a concern. Chaos had begun to spread throughout the realm, the postal roads