Wang Anfeng squinted his eyes.
This is indeed made of premium wood.
This place is not like the Great Qin; it is the most desolate area of the Western Regions, where water and grass are scarce, and mature timber is quite valuable.
The original owner of this courtyard seemed to be showing off, using even more expensive materials, and just this pair of doors, if truly accounted for, would cost as much as a house.
Hmm, now this door has been shattered into pieces.
With a cold gleam, the man, showing off his skill, twirled the longsword in his hand with a fancy sword flower, then slowly sheathed it, his face proud and arrogant.
Then Wang Anfeng saw from each side of the entrance, a row of eighteen young men walking in each side, totaling thirty-six, all dressed in clothes of blue and white colors, their breathing steady, clearly possessing martial arts.
Wang Anfeng slightly raised his eyebrows.
Not in white clothes?
