A Gift To The Master!
Instead of going directly to the Eternal Sun Sect, Kent moved the chariot towards Golden Bamboo City.
The golden chariot glided along the bustling streets of Golden Bamboo City, its wheels making metal sound against the stone paths. But tied to those wheels was a sight that drew gasps from onlookers.
The Poison Clan patriarch, beaten and barely conscious, tied to the side of the chariot wheel, his body circles along the ground, leaving a faint trail of dust and blood in its wake.
The people of Golden Bamboo City had recognised Kent on first sight. They all saw the Blessed Land fight several times in the glass orbs. Now, seeing his golden chariot, they began to cry his name.
"Kent! Master Kent!" they called out, running behind the chariot. Faces filled with awe and curiosity, children pointing at the tied-up man, and whispers spreading like wildfire through the crowd.
Not a single figure recognized the pitiful man tied to the wheel.