After a night without words, the two emerged from the space early the next morning, riding horses towards the southern port of the Peacock Dynasty.
Red Cloud was too conspicuous, so the two chose two horses that appeared very ordinary to ride, although even the ordinary horses in the space were tall and handsome, drawing attention on the road.
Of course, no one who lacked tact came to perform a roadside robbery for the horses.
Yang Zhenshan and Yu Qingyi had no intention of acting weak to deceive; both rode tall horses, wore brocade outfits, and adorned themselves with valuable accessories. Most importantly, one had a long sword hanging at the waist, and the other had a long spear hanging from the saddle.
With this attire, anyone who wasn't foolish could tell that the two before them were extraordinary people, and considering their aura, just Yang Zhenshan's eyes made ordinary loafers dare not look directly at him, let alone provoke them.
