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"Tap, tap, tap!"
Shen Qing slung the heavy arrow onto his back, spurred his horse, and charged into the city.
The sound of the horse's hooves echoed on the street, sharp and urgent.
Looking ahead, Shen Qing saw that the once bustling shops were now in chaos.
Shopkeepers wore panicked expressions; some were frantically rolling up their bedding, while others hurriedly stuffed goods from the shelves into wagons.
Everywhere, women whispered anxiously and men labored heavily.
An ominous premonition filled the air.
"I heard the Huang Tian Sect is coming. They burn, kill, and loot, committing all kinds of atrocities. They just killed all the officials of the Guardian Martial Department in the county town. We should escape quickly to save our lives!"
"Yes, yes, yes, if we don't leave now, it'll be too late."
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Several well-dressed merchants gathered and whispered together.
The street was noisy, and their voices weren't loud, but Shen Qing, who was passing by, heard them.