So it was, three days later.
A huge caravan entered Xuzhou City.
Armored soldiers led the way with imposing military horses at the front, followed by sturdy servants and skilled Martial World escorts at the rear.
In the center was a grand carriage pulled by four horses side by side, luxurious and extraordinary, further exuding majesty.
Since ancient times, there were regulations for the number of horses in a carriage: the emperor's carriage had six, vassals had five, high-ranking officials had four, scholars had three, literati had two, and commoners had one.
A four-horse carriage was the privilege of high-ranking officials, indicating the extraordinary status of the person inside.
Inside the carriage, two men were seated opposite each other.
One was dressed as a scholar, gentle and refined, the image of cultured elegance.
The other was dressed as a warrior, wearing foreign attire and skilled in mounted archery, exuding authority with every glance.