Speaking, Xu Yuan pulled open the carriage door and stepped down.
Due to the snowfall, the beast-path was quite muddy, all slush, his boots making a "crunching" sound as he trod upon it.
Seeing Xu Yuan in the armor of the Feathered Forest Army's trusted aide, the young officer instantly became alert, with one hand pressing directly on the hilt of the blade at his waist:
"Wait a moment."
"Hmm?"
Xu Yuan lightly voiced his doubt and looked back: "What's the matter? Haven't you already checked the token?"
The young officer narrowed his eyes:
"Who are you? The Princess, she doesn't have a personal guard."
In the meantime, he began to slowly activate the Military Formation Technique within him.
The soldiers who had been idly chatting at the checkpoint also sensed something. In almost an instant, a hundred men had already formed a preliminary military formation, ready for battle.
The reaction speed of Dayan's elite troops was beyond comparison.
