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"I am Yang Feng. I wonder what you intend to do by blocking our path?" Yang Feng, the head of the caravan, rode to the front and said with hands cupped in respect.
They were part of Wu Sheng's trading caravan, traveling between the Capital City and Yongzhou frequently.
This time, as the Shen Family was relocating collectively to the Capital City, their group of fifteen people received secret orders to participate in the escort.
Yang Feng could see that the armored middle-aged man in front of him could control the rainbow light, indicating his cultivation was at least at the level of an Innate Martial Master.
They were no match for him.
Instantly, Yang Feng's heart was in his throat, and he tightly gripped his sword, not daring to breathe.
Even so, they did not retreat.
They all knew that after Shen Qing entered the Capital City, he advanced rapidly, with unlimited prospects.