"Let's go," Feng Buxiu's voice came from the side.
Xu Zimei withdrew his thoughts, his gaze moving away from the stone tablet.
"What kind of person is this Mad Chu?"
"Some say he's a true man, others call him a madman," Feng Buxiu replied.
"But regardless of the evaluation, Mad Chu is praised by later generations as an irreplaceable strongman."
Just as the group reached the city gate, a group of people approached them head-on.
"Oh, this time Dean Feng personally leads the team?"
The group was dressed in gray robes, each carrying an arrow quiver on their backs filled with arrows of various colors.
Their aura was sharp and brimming with aggression, their faces concealed, leaving only a pair of arrow-like eyes visible.
When staring at others, it was as if needles pierced the skin, an intensely uncomfortable feeling.
"It's the Wujian Academy," Feng Buxiu glanced at Xu Zimei and whispered.
