The sounds of iron hooves thundered among the flying dust. The White Stone Pass wasn't in sight yet, but Yan Liqiang had spotted a wave of dust at the mountain's entrance in the distance. Among the dust was a cavalry of more than a thousand men strong, and the black mass was riding in their direction...
Without confirming if the cavalry riding toward them was friend or foe, Xiong Gungun who was guarding Yan Liqiang clearly yelled, "PROTECT LORD YAN...!"
The guards riding in front spurred their steeds ahead while the guards at the rear rode up to the flanks, putting Yan Liqiang at the center of their protection. The archers already had their war bows in their hands while many other guards had taken out their crossbows and had them resting on their saddles. They watched the group that was approaching them intently as they prepared to meet them as enemies at any time.
"Don't worry, the cavalry in front is from White Stone Pass…!"
