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The mood among the Xuan State's contingent was decidedly glum.
No, not everyone, just Mulan Qingqing's elite group from Xuan State. They looked disheartened, their spirits low.
The group walking ahead of them, a rabble, strutted with arrogant expressions, casting glances back at the lined-up elites, barely suppressing their smirks.
Once upon a time, they wouldn't dare cut in front of the elite troops, always consciously following behind.
Yet now, the elite troops had lost their natural air of authority and were meekly queuing behind them.
Even Mulan Qingqing, though at the front of her group, was lined up behind them. The utter delight of having even Mulan Qingqing queued up meekly behind couldn't be described in words.
The rabble strutted in arrogance, and nothing more.
But they also didn't dare go too far.