Feng Feiyun lifted the corner of the carriage’s curtain and took a look. With giant black eagles soaring high above, the mountain-life city walls were right in front of him.

Wang Meng and Liu Qinsheng were Third Boss’ confidants, so they also came along with Feng Feiyun on his trip to the Wanxiang Pagoda.

It was a long trip filled with dangers, so between these two bandits, one was a bodyguard and the other played the role of a strategist.

They were not ordinary people, so Third Boss had his own reasons for telling the two of them to follow Feng Feiyun.

Wang Meng had a stout body and while wearing heavy armor, he stood on top of the boulder-like scaled tiger. He was filled with explosive energy, causing the thirty slaves behind him to feel fear; they didn’t dare to act rashly.

Liu Qinsheng was also no less impressive. He was riding a qilin while wearing a white scholar robe with a feathered fan in his hand. Sometimes, he would stroke his goatee with a wily grin. As he stared at the majestic city walls, he smilingly...