159 Cultivator Troops

A rainy night in the capital city.

Water splashed as horses galloped through the streets of the capital city. The sound of splashing water, which was like qin being played, echoed all over the Imperial City.

The loud metallic sound of armors hitting another, the sound of knives and swords being unsheathed, and war cries…

This ancient city was shrouded in these noises.

On the city tower, one by one, a soldier well-trained by Jiang Li pulled their bows. With their thumbs pressed tightly against the feather fletching of the arrows, their finger pads turned blue. Raindrops splattered all over after hitting the feather fletching. The aggressive energy seemed to be spreading from the arrowheads into the air.

Before the city tower…

A horse neighed loudly.

Tang Yimo, wearing a bamboo hat and a straw raincoat, was steering the carriage.