The noon sun was not blazing; it felt like a gentle warm current flowing on one's body, which made one feel lazy.
A carriage took its time to travel on the main path, but when it was near the city's gate, rapid gallops were suddenly heard as horses sped in its direction.
Ou Yangming, who accompanied Old Craftsman in the carriage, was awakened by the noise. He quickly looked outside through the window gap.
Their journey from the military camp to the prefecture was not of a smaller scale than the one before.
On top of that, due to the long preparation time, Commanding General Fang Yihai from the South Camp had even found an excuse to personally escort his guests. Similarly, Chen Yifan, who claimed to be Ou Yangming's master and his representative from home, did not show an impression of weakness at all. Not only did he send Liu Zhengye, but he also dispatched three squads.
