Qing Feng Sect disciples streamed out from the alleys and they tried to stop the horse carriage.
"What do you think you are doing?!" One of the guards shouted but the Qing Feng Sect disciples ignored him.
Sing!
They drew out their swords and thrust the blades of their swords at the horse carriage.
The coachman's mouth opened but nothing came out of it.
As the twirling winds that shot out from the Qing Feng Sect disciples' swords came close to the horse carriage, the coachman closed his eyes and prayed to the heavens.
Boom!
The loud sound of the horse carriage being ripped apart into pieces by the twirling wind could be heard.
The coachman thought that he would be dead from it but he felt his body being moved by someone in the nick of time.
When he opened his eyes, he saw a man that he didn't recognize standing in front of him.
The man was a middle-aged man with a thick bushy beard.
It was Lin Xuan Qi in disguise with the Disguise Talisman.
