Outside the gates of Tianxia City, a crowd was steadily growing. Ning Xuan's mobile villa was already eye-catching enough, but the current standoff drew even more attention.
"Quick, look! That bizarre flying vehicle is in a standoff with Cheng Yong!"
"What an imposing machine! Cheng Yong must have taken a liking to it and wants it for himself!"
"He's backed by the City Lord Manor, and the City Lord himself is appointed by the Heavenly Palace. It's no surprise he'd have such ideas."
"Who knows who those people are, flaunting their wealth like that. They're asking for trouble! I bet they won't be able to keep that thing!"
Below, the people buzzed with discussion.
"Wait, that's not right! Look, there's a spear tip pressed against Cheng Yong's throat!"
"Gasp! Who are those people up there? How audacious!"
"Look at the city walls!" someone cried out, and the spectators turned their heads.
