Su Yueli withdrew her gaze. Still, as long as they did not come over, there was no need to worry too much.
Perhaps they would let them pass simply because this was a caravan.
The caravan continued onward across the plains outside the city.
After traveling for about a quarter of an hour, the view around them grew increasingly open.
Just then, a faint spiritual glow suddenly lit up in the middle of the road ahead. A young man with an arrogant expression appeared out of nowhere and stood in the road, blocking their path.
"Something's wrong! Keep your eyes peeled, all of you!"
The few Fourth and Fifth Realm martial artists at the front changed expressions. Instantly tense, they drew the sabers at their waists and formed a circle in front of the carriage.
Su Yueli blended into the crowd and hurried forward as well. But when her gaze fell upon the black robe patterned with blue clouds on the man's body, her cold eyes suddenly narrowed.
An inner disciple of the Azure Cloud Sect.
So these people had long since set a trap outside the city and were waiting here with a death grip.
Steward Lin of Myriad Commerce went pale. He forced himself to jog forward, intending to question who was blocking the road. Yet the instant he recognized the robe that represented an immortal sect, his legs went weak on the spot, and even his spine bent at once.
"Im-Immortal Master!"
Steward Lin hurriedly bowed and cupped his hands, his face wreathed in smiles as he explained, "This humble one is a manager of Myriad Commerce. Today, under orders from the Household, I am escorting our young master and a batch of mundane goods back to Blackwater City."
As he spoke, he pointed behind him. "These