Lu Zheng raised his whip, cracked it in the air, and the two white horses, majestic and vigorous, quickened their pace upon hearing the crack, quickly catching up with the caravan ahead.
Compared to the escort agency's heroes, the stewards and old hands in the caravan were more discerning about luxurious items, immediately noticing that these two white horses were Northern steeds and the carriage was made of golden phoebe wood, with exposed gold paint edges and wood surface reliefs—truly exquisite craftsmanship.
However, the most wonderful part wasn't what the eye could see, but the carriage craftsmanship itself.
Their own wagon wheels were wrapped with several layers of cowhide, yet still bumpy; the opponent's wheel cowhide seemed hollow, and somehow it had been made into this form. Moreover, when the four wheels moved over uneven ground, the carriage surprisingly remained basically balanced, though they had no idea what engineering marvel lay beneath.
