The street was filled not only with the clopping of horses' hooves but also the steady footsteps of camel caravans.
Moreover, there was no shortage of caravans from various countries, each with differing skin tones and colorful attire, bringing airs of diverse regions. Amidst the crowd, there were more than a few talented individuals, with eyes as sharp as torches or possessing extraordinary auras, exuding the distinctive carefree and heroic spirit of Jianghu people in their gestures.
Guo Xiangyu, naturally vigilant, drew slightly closer to Shi Feiyang and lowered her voice with a concerned expression, saying, "Hero Shi, the crowd here is intricate and mixed, you must be especially careful."
Upon hearing this, Shi Feiyang's lips curled into a confident smile, saying, "Miss Guo, rest assured. I, Shi Feiyang, have never feared any evil force in my life. Although Jianghu is perilous, I shall uphold justice and face it with composure."
