A war chariot, drawn by four bronze-armored guards, rolled thunderously forward. The chariot appeared extraordinarily ancient, yet its surroundings were filled with traces of axe and sword scratches.
As the chariot descended, Heaven and Earth Laws resonated around it, revealing the shadows of a green Dragon and a White Tiger in the void.
Standing on the chariot was a young man, seemingly in his twenties. His golden armor paired with a blood-red cape billowing behind him, gave him an aura like the descent of a deity.
And as the man appeared, those who had been waiting around quickly crowded toward him.
"Young Master Chunyu's presence truly is an honor for us. I am Cui Zhourmin, greeting Young Master Chunyu!" A man, who also looked to be in his twenties, dressed in a white long robe, charming and elegant, respectfully cupped his hands toward the young man on the chariot.
The young man sitting on the chariot smiled lightly, extending his palm to support Cui Zhourmin from bowing.
