Most conspicuous were Mu Lan and Zeng Yuan, standing on the red carpet and craning their necks in anticipation. Golden Roc was still in his roc form, pacing around Red Dance, looking rather impatient. Hong Luo and Cangxiao stood together with imposing dignity, bearing the natural air of army commanders. Zhou Dekai stood respectfully beside Zhou Qilong; uncle and nephew no longer mentioned the grudges of the previous generation. Tao Hang, meanwhile, stood with Bailianzi and the others from the Hundred Refinement Sect to welcome him, seemingly on very close terms.
Behind them were the tens of millions of residents of Ximu City's main city, crowding together in a dense mass to welcome Mu Bai home, each scrambling to catch a glimpse of that legendary figure.
It was he who had cut through the Shuhuan Mountain Range and made Ximu City a great city renowned throughout the world. It was he who had taken in the refugees of the Southern Marsh and rebuilt happy homes for them in a foreign land. It was he who had founded Mu Lan Pavilion-and who under heaven did not know Mu Lan Pavilion!
That man was their benefactor, the Mu Zun in their hearts.
"He's here, he's here! Mu Zun is here!"
"Quick, pay your respects to Mu Zun, our great benefactor..."
He was beloved by all, especially the Southern Marsh Remnants. Although none of them had ever seen Mu Bai in person, there were statues of him in the cities where they lived, and they had engraved his bearing and appearance firmly in their hearts.
"Everyone, don't push! Mind the elderly and the children."
Seeing tens of millions of people surging forward, Xi Hong, Zhimu, Qian Feng, and the others immediately led people out to maintain order. Only after considerable effort did they