Noble Farmer

"Thank you, Father! Father, can we fly a little farther? Qiya has never left the Holy City. Can Father take me outside to have a look?"

Lu Qiya gave Lu Shaolin's cheek a loud kiss and asked with a smile.

"Hahaha! All right! Father will take you outside the Holy City to see."

Laughing heartily, Lu Shaolin nodded and flew beyond the Holy City.

So Lu Qiya could see the scenery outside, Lu Shaolin deliberately lowered their altitude and flew through the air at a suitable speed.

Lu Qiya was thrilled as she looked at the sights outside.

Seeing Lu Shaolin fly outward with Lu Qiya, Stephanie's battle aura flashed as she hurriedly followed.

Xiao Yi also followed with one hundred Goldclad Corpse guards.

Outside the palace gates, Stephanie swung onto her horse. With a sharp whistle, one hundred Sword-and-Shield Knights charged out of the camp and followed behind her.

Xiao Yi and the others mounted their horses within the palace and galloped out.

The two groups stretched into a long dragon, tightly following Lu Shaolin through the sky.

Before long, Lu Shaolin carried Lu Qiya out of the Holy City and into the outskirts.

Looking at the scenery beyond the city, Lu Qiya kept asking Lu Shaolin to fly lower.

After flying for a while longer, Lu Qiya pointed with her little hand and cried out, "Father, look! Those three people are beating that big brother!"

Lu Shaolin turned his head and looked down, only to see three noble youths dressed in hunting attire punching and kicking another youth.

The youth wore coarse linen clothes and no shoes. At a glance, he was clearly a commoner.

Faced with the three men's beating, the youth merely covered his head with both hands and made no sound.

"Father, that big brother