Su Yi!?

Practically simultaneously, Blueriver Sword Manor’s Mu Cangtu and Elder Zhou Huaiqiu froze, rooted to the spot.

The softshell turtle suddenly stopped, and Su Yi rose from his wicker chair. His gaze landed on Yuan Wutong. “Family Head Yuan, long time no see.”

Yuan Wutong was Yuan Luoxi and Luan Luoyu’s father, the head of the Yuan Family. They’d gotten acquainted during Su Yi’s time in the prefectural capital. 

“Master Su, is it really you?” Yuan Wutong’s face filled with excitement.

Su Yi smiled, put away his wicker chair, and led his companions off the back of the giant turtle. “Yuan Heng, I’ll leave this place to you.”

The softshell turtle was none other than Yuan Heng. He nodded his assent. “Yes, sir!”

“Family Head Yuan, I only just returned to the Great Zhou. On my way here, all I saw were ravaged landscapes and beacon fires. Might we perhaps enter the city for a chat?”

Yuan Wutong nodded repeatedly. “Alright.”

With that, the group proceeded directly into the Cloudriver Prefectural Capital.

Meanwhile, ten thousand beasts remained prostrate and trembling.

Mu Cangtu, Zhou Huaiqiu, and the other Cloudriver Prefectural Capital higher-ups all watched Su Yi and his companions disappear through the city gates....