Above the official road, the emperor's carriage slowly trotted during his patrol.
Of course, such a long convoy could not move fast even if it wanted to.
From within a carriage at the rear of the imperial team, Pei Xuanjing sat cross-legged, circulating True Qi throughout his body, refining his Blood Qi over and over again.
The carriage moved steadily without the slightest shake.
This was a privilege of the powerful. Not only Pei Xuanjing, but each Third-grade martial artist would have an individual carriage assigned too.
Even though they were merely the emperor's guards, they were not ordinary guards, so they naturally deserved different treatment.
Unknowingly, over a month had passed since they set out on this journey. However, due to the slow pace of the imperial carriage, they were still not too far from Tiandu, which also put all the high-level martial artists at ease and allowed them to continue their cultivation.