Although this was the case, Zhao Xing remained cautious and did not increase his speed.
He traveled by night and explored cautiously by day.
It wasn't until the seventh day that he saw a living person.
"Clop clop clop~"
In the open field ahead, the sound of horse hooves rang out. Zhao Xing lay on a slope, observing. Soon, he spotted a group of light cavalry, around a hundred strong, riding warhorses and clad in gray leather armor.
Zhao Xing glanced at the banner, which had a single character embroidered in the script of Great Zhou: Dragon.
The character for Dragon was encircled by an Azure Dragon, beneath which were depicted waves, symbolizing the sea or a river.
Zhao Xing stared for a moment, then rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
"Isn't that Long Xiao's Azure Dragon Flag? Am I seeing things?"
"Wait, that leading cavalryman looks familiar."
"Hmm? Isn't that Zhao Chuanzong?"
