"What a bully!"
Outside Xuan Mountain city, Hu Zhongyuan rode on a cloud stepping foal and stood beside the carriage. His face was totally green as he looked forward at the large city gates in anger.
Numerous carriages and people were entering and exiting from the side gates. However, the main gate was tightly shut, blocking their group from entering the city.
There were a total of 120 soldiers, led by 4 9 meridian mythic masters. They looked over coldly, no one going forward to speak. Those passer-bys all looked on with mocking expressions, saying "that Gantian Mountain prince is just like that", "No matter how strong Gantian Mountain is they still have to wait here", "A toad should go back to the swamp and not try for the meat of the dove".
The xiantian master in charge of defending this part of the city gates, after entering the city to report, he had not come out for 8 hours.