I Became the Owner of the Heavenly Flower Palace

The warriors blocking the wagon’s path did not seem like ordinary men.

Their drawn swords and spears sent waves of alarm through the passengers.

"Kyah!"

A woman sitting across from Jincheon let out a shrill scream.

"Be quiet!"

A warrior gripping a spear snapped in a gruff voice.

"We are in the process of apprehending a vicious criminal. As long as you obey orders, nothing will happen to you."

There were about six of them, all wearing identical martial robes. They were likely members of a martial household (muga).

It wasn’t unusual—larger martial sects or martial clans often acted as local enforcers, serving as a form of self-appointed militia.

"Everyone, get off."

The warriors’ tone was firm and authoritative.

The passengers hesitantly gathered their belongings and climbed down.