"Let's set off."
After a moment of silence, a low voice responded. Many elite martial artists checked their weapons and hidden weapons, then left the room, each performing their movement technique. The elder sighed, picked up a knife with an exceptionally wide blade from beside him, gently stroked it, and murmured:
"This knife shall follow the righteous path."
He closed his eyes, as if seeing the youth of those years, suddenly pushed the door open, and the previous aura of twilight on him was swept away, like a fierce beast, no longer concealing his identity, walking step by step along the main road towards the destination. With each step, the distracting thoughts dissipated slightly, and each step became more resolute. "The matter of the Loyal King is indeed the righteous path!"
His footsteps were steady and domineering, his tall stature like a mountain, walking on the street.
