As Yi Yun was in deep thought, someone caught his glance.
Ever since breaking into the Meridians realm, his five senses were extremely keen. He spotted Jiang Xiaorou who was looking around while tip-toeing among the tumultuous masses.
“Sis Xiaorou!” Yi Yun let out a cry.
“Yun-er!” Having seen Yi Yun, Jiang Xiaorou was pleased. “Oh, Yun-er you…”
She felt that a difference in Yi Yun today, but she could not put her thumb on it.
If one were to describe the Yi Yun of the past, it would be a submissive harmless child. The present Yi Yun was that of a smart-looking handsome young lad. Even his rag-like clothes could not suppress Yi Yun’s aura of elegance.
A diamond in the rough…
Jiang Xiaorou suddenly recalled this phrase. Every good sword was hidden within a sheath, waiting for the day it would be unsheathed.
The present Yi Yun gave Jiang Xiaorou such a feeling.
However, only Jiang Xiaorou could feel that difference because she was extremely familiar with Yi Yun from their constant interaction. For people not familiar with Yi Yun, they would only find something different and brush it off. After all, Yi Yun was a ill kid who was good for nothing.
“Sis Xiaorou, I’m fine,” Yi Yun laughed. He knew that his aura had changed after breaking through into the Meridians realm. “Let’s see what’s going on.”
He grabbed Jiang Xiaorou’s hand naturally and pushed through the crowd. Having reached the Meridians realm, an invisible force would push the people apart with a stretch of his hand, allowing him easy passage. People who came round to figuring out what happened would only see a kid passing through.
By the time they had a response, they would think that Yi Yun’s body was small, allowing him to squeeze through the masses.
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At the center of the square, the Lian tribal clan upper echelon were still carefully giving the sword bearer a proper reception.
“Chengyu, give the order. Kill the cows and set up a feast!” The Patriarch waved his hand, although his heart ached.
The tribe reared a few cattle. It was the entire fortune of the Lian tribal clan. Although the cattle looked similar to the cattle on Earth, their strength was much greater.
In the wilderness, rocks littered the ground. Some of the rocks were black ironstone. Opening up a piece of land for agriculture was extremely difficult. Without the cattle, the Lian tribal clan would not be able to produce any food. And when that happens, the Lian tribal clan would totally rely on the Tao tribal clan for food.
Hence, in the Lian tribal clan, each cow’s value was worth more than ten lives. It sounded pathetic, but that was reality.
With the Jin Long Wei arriving in the Lian tribal clan, the tribe had to entertain the guests. However, the tribe had been tightening the belt for the refinement of the desolate bones, so there was no food left. They could only resort to killing the cattle.
The sword bearer naturally knew that the small tribes in the wilderness led tough lives. He said coolly, “You don’t have to kill the cattle. I met several fierce beasts, who attacked me on the way here. I killed them and stored the meat on the Near-horn beast as rations. You just need to get people to take it down and cook it.”