The salute cannon boomed, and the rising sun did not have this many colorful rays of light. The Nuolan citizens on the streets, and even the entire Nuolan City, were all mesmerized by the light.
However, they were also waiting, waiting for the salute's sound to fade away.
Because they all knew that when that moment came, a question that had already reached the limit of their anger was about to be answered.
Such a shop let an Anamm serve in front of the door, asked His Highness the prince to write a plaque, and even let the king take out the king print... Then who was his master?
Clap! Clap! Clap!
The steady and slow footsteps seemed to directly ring in everyone's hearts. The roar that had not dissipated on the roof did not cause any obstruction.
"Did they come?"
Cries of alarm could
