At the end of the mountain range lay a conspicuous giant stone platform stretching horizontally. It was roughly ten li long, with more than ten rows of square houses standing in its center, arranged in neat uniformity.
A ring of city walls over fifty zhang high surrounded the platform, making the place resemble a small fortress.
At that moment, a group of blue-armored soldiers stood atop the western wall. Yet rather than patrolling in formation or vigilantly watching beyond the wall,
they all appeared exceedingly lax. Some leaned against the wall, chatting with those beside them; others formed small circles, seemingly eating meat and drinking wine.
When Li Yan and his group flew in from behind, the people below immediately noticed them. The blue-armored soldiers atop the wall instantly rose to their feet.
The instant they stood, waves of fierce, savage killing intent erupted from their bodies.
The smiles vanished abruptly from faces that had just been laughing and talking with their companions. Their gazes toward Li Yan and the others turned indifferent and icy in an instant.
The soaring aura produced by that transformation was far beyond anything the blue-armored soldiers behind Li Yan could compare to.
This made Li Yan's group appear somewhat green and immature, apart from him and Mu Guyue.
Among those men stood a heavily bearded blue-armored man. He hooked his helmet around one arm, pointed skyward with his other hand, and slowly called out,
"Fellow Daoists, come this way!"
Li Yan's group quickly flew above the city wall. Before they could land, the burly man spoke again, devouring light concealed within his round eyes.
"Stop right there. Just send over the jade slip for the handover!"
Though the people on the wall appeared lax, they were highly vigilant. Yet from the blue-armored man's words,