The eagle soared through the vast sky, its piercing cries reverberating through the heavens, stirring gales that swept through the loft. Standing atop the pavilion, Xu Yuan saw countless gazes raised toward him.
The surging waves of Qi and the oppressive aura captivated the attention of the entire Prefecture City, compelling people to unconsciously drop everything in their hands.
Some bowed their heads in reverence, others fixed their eyes upon him, some felt gratitude for their survival, while yet others harbored hatred for lost kin.
Xu Yuan watched indifferently as the varied emotions played out beneath him. Only when he noticed the soldiers of the Zhenxi Army's Second Town offering him fists-clasped salutes did a faint smile escape his lips.
[Among these twenty thousand soldiers, not a single one shall perish at the hands of the Saint before me!]
