Lifting his head, he saw a grand and majestic city shrouded in the misty rain.
The towering city walls stood imposingly, with crowds bustling both on and above it, under strict guard.
Chu Mu had been following this straight road forward, and gradually he could see the neatly arranged soldiers of the Soul Covenant, arrogantly lifting their heads and scoffing at those who had chosen to surrender at the last moment...
Every person who walked towards the city had heavy steps, their minds in disarray. The loss of stance and belief made them like walking corpses, and even though they had already stepped under the city gates, they still didn't know whether this choice was right or wrong.
"Yo, another one, a bit slower, and the execution would have already started; then, this surrender would be meaningless," the City Gate Chief, Feng Jue, spoke.
Feng Jue stood atop the city tower, and from his high vantage point, he could see a man dressed in white slowly approaching.