As they approached the government office, the surrounding crowd noticeably grew larger, and Baiyang Yu grew increasingly restless, uncertain whether he was feeling fear or anticipation.
Cheng Ziang looked ahead and saw a woman standing at the gate of the government office, hands on her hips, fearlessly staring straight at him.
Around her stood a crowd formed like an iron barrel, but they were all silent, quietly waiting together with the woman for the arrival of the carriage.
"Who is that..."
Cheng Ziang hesitated and glanced at Baiyang Yu, only to find his attention entirely absorbed by the woman, with a silly grin on his face.
"He really makes no effort to conceal his feelings..." Cheng Ziang shook his head helplessly and sighed.
As the carriage drew closer, Cheng Ziang observed the woman carefully. She was clearly one of the wildfolk, as the shared characteristics were too distinct. She seemed about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old and was very tall.
