Nangong Mo's appearance instantly became the focal point of everyone's attention, with countless gazes converging upon him.
The setting sun dyed half the sky red, and in the distance, green mountains stretched endlessly with the vast sky serving as a backdrop. His black hair and white clothes exuded elegance as he sat quietly, pushed by a man with a stern face in a wheelchair.
On both sides were over a hundred guards in black uniforms, tall and handsome, with sharp eyes, swords at their waists, and longbows hanging from their arms. Their aura was imposing and awe-inspiring.
Among the crowd, people whispered:
"With this array... is he here to hunt or to fight?"
"Hush! Didn't General Lin just get shot with an arrow? Even though the King Qin is crippled now, his fierce reputation precedes him: unpredictable, volatile, often ignoring imperial edicts. We better be careful."
