The moment those words were spoken, everyone's eyes turned to Liu Yonghao. Some were skeptical, while others were envious.
"Liu Yonghao, what makes you say that Mountain-Swallowing Python was hunted by your family?" Liu Ruolei scolded in a sweet voice. "From so far away, you can still recognize your own people?"
"Miss Ruolei is right." Some traveling merchants chimed in. "At this distance, we can only barely judge that it is a Mountain-Swallowing Python's head by comparing it to the carriage compartment. You are so certain the Liu Clan killed it—what basis do you have?"
As soon as those words came out, a wave of gossip naturally followed, all mocking Liu Yonghao for boasting.
Although Liu Yonghao was a direct descendant of the Liu Clan, he had little reputation. A few months ago, right outside the Wang Clan's gates, he had been dealt with in three moves or two by an eleven-year-old girl!
"What the hell do you know?" Liu Yonghao barked, his ears and face red. "Even from this far away, you can see two crossbeams sticking far out from the carriage roof. My father personally modified those carriage compartments so they could carry more goods. No other family has ever done that before."
After hearing Liu Yonghao's explanation, everyone strained their eyes to look. Those with sharper vision indeed saw the crossbars jutting through the compartments, and immediately cried out, "Just as Young Master Liu said, those should be Liu Clan carriages."
"Ha ha!"
The young people of the Liu and Zhao Clans all cheered. Their two clans had always been as thick as thieves. No, in their own words, they were branches of the same tree, sharing breath and spirit.
Since the lead carriage belonged to the Liu Clan—
Then such a large convoy had to be