The thunderous sound of hoofbeats roared like rolling thunder, and at the outset, as the groups of riders merged, the sound of hooves came wave after wave, indistinct to all. It was only a moment before the clamor grew clearer, and even Fei Yonglin and Tian Zhide could hear the sound of hooves headed straight towards them.
Their expressions involuntarily shifted, and their hearts instinctively longed to draw their swords. Yet, they were wary that the oncoming party might bear no malice, and that assuming a defensive posture prematurely could invite disaster. With hands resting on their weapons, they were caught in a dilemma, uncertain whether to draw their swords or not.
