At the city gate, Nan Shan Shi slightly startled as he stepped aside.
A young woman was riding a horse, wearing a veiled hat that extended to her waist, obscuring her face.
There was also a man about thirty years old sitting in a sedan chair carried by two men, his eyes murky as if he were blind.
In the front, two swordsmen cleared the way.
One was leading a horse, with two sword-carrying guards standing beside it. Behind the horse, there were six people: one with a rain shield, one carrying a tea table, and one with a folding chair on his back.
There were also three people carrying food boxes, a portable stove, and a box of utensils.
The people surrounding the young woman were all wrapped in head cloths, wearing round-necked, narrow-sleeved coats and pants tucked under the knees, suitable for walking.
They must be from a prominent local family, returning from an autumn excursion.
These people had a steady pace, all trained individuals.
"Who are they?"
