The ground near the city gates trembled faintly. Looking out, a force of over a thousand men appeared on the horizon.
"They're here. Marquis Wu'an is here."
Everyone held their breath, staring fixedly ahead.
As the procession slowly drew closer, an aura of iron-blooded slaughter rushed toward them.
"So this is Marquis Wu'an? He truly is as heroic and extraordinary as the rumors say."
For most of them, it was their first time seeing Li Xuancang, and their eyes were filled with admiration.
Li Xuancang was handsome and dignified. The faint air of iron and blood about him only made him seem more transcendent and refined, leaving some women dazed with fascination.
"A true man should be like this."
"He can be replaced."
"I want to join the army too, win a title, and become a general."
"..."
Many young people felt their blood boiling, their desire to win glory and establish achievements growing even fiercer.
"At such a young age, he has already been granted a marquisate and made a general. He holds sway over an entire region, and his future is limitless."
"He is merely a young man. How did he cultivate to possess such terrifying strength?"
"This youth truly is extraordinary. He must not be made an enemy."
"..."
People from many factions were observing in secret, sizing Li Xuancang up.
Li Xuancang did not care in the slightest. He allowed everyone to scrutinize him without the slightest ripple in his expression.
"Greetings, Marquis. The family head sent this old servant to receive you. A banquet has been prepared at the residence to welcome you and wash away the dust of your journey."
Uncle Zhong hurried forward and bowed to Li Xuancang.
"Please convey my thanks to Master Du."
"This way, Marquis."
Uncle Zhong and the Du