Elder White Fang and Lord Terrace walked steadily toward the Soulor Empire's main gate, their carriage trailing behind them in the queue.
The area surrounding the gate was bustling with activity, with three distinct carriage queues and multiple lines of human travelers waiting for inspection. Each carriage line was managed by three guards, ensuring the process moved efficiently despite the sheer number of entrants.
As they approached, Elder White Fang's sharp eyes scanned the scene. Travelers shuffled impatiently in their lines, while guards worked tirelessly to check documents and inspect carriages. At the far end of the gate, seated near a makeshift desk, a high-ranking guard oversaw the operations.
"Oh!" The moment the seated guard's gaze fell on Elder White Fang, his expression transformed into one of recognition and excitement. Rising abruptly, he abandoned his post and began striding quickly toward the elder, his movements brimming with enthusiasm.