Elsewhere.
Jiang Yuan and the others had already driven the cart out of Lin'an County.
Just after leaving the city gate.
Old Ma's expression unconsciously grew a little tense.
He couldn't shake off the feeling of impending danger lurking in the distance, ready to strike at any moment.
Old Ma swallowed hard, "Young Master, are you truly confident you can stand up against the Grand Master of the Black Wind Tribe?"
Jiang Yuan silently stared at Old Ma.
He had been asked this question so many times that he couldn't be bothered to respond anymore.
At this time, Gu Mo, who stood by their side, opened his eyes.
"Uncle Ma, don't worry, not to mention the Young Master, with me here, the Grand Master of the Black Wind Tribe won't be able to stir up much trouble."
As he spoke, his face brimming with confidence.
The banners beside him, fluttered as the strong wind blew, making a rustling noise.
A large letter 'Jiang' was carved on it, fluttering in the wind.
