C975 City Gate Confrontation

Link put away his staff.

The soldiers on the city walls dispersed to the sides. A middle-aged man with strands of white hair showed up. His eyes were clear and his aura was majestic. His voice was like a drum for the evening, and his skin was as cold as the northwest.

Very crude.

He did not even look at the soldiers around him, but extended his hand to signal for them not to bow