Beside the official road, Chen Ji gazed fixedly at the two unfamiliar figures leading an ox cart, as they joined a large group of travelers and entered the Mengjin City gates, completely unaware of the intense gaze upon them from behind.
Both of the escort masters were robust, one tall and one short. The taller one seemed more relaxed, as if he were an old hand at Jianghu, while the shorter one's speech was resonant and potent, his actions precise and methodical.
Before today, Chen Ji had never seen the two men, yet he felt an odd sense of familiarity.
To be precise, it was the way one of them spoke that felt extremely familiar to him.
Er Dao, Brother Pao. These were the two men Chen Ji thought he would never see again in his lifetime.
Now that both their appearances had changed, Chen Ji could not be sure if his guess was correct. What if there truly was someone else in the world who spoke in the same manner as Er Dao?
