Taoist Yan Song looked at the group across from them. The guards were all strong and well-built, with sharp glints in their eyes. Another man sat on horseback, his temples slightly bulging and his breathing steady. He was surely a Martial Arts Expert of this world.
'As expected of a world brimming with Spiritual Qi. Even Martial Arts Training is much easier here than back home,' Taoist Yan Song sighed inwardly. Then, he cupped his hands toward the young man. "Thank you for the warning, Young Master. We will be careful. Could you please ask your men to let us pass?"
The young man's eyebrow twitched. "Have your young mistress speak to me," he said, displeased.
Gu Zhao had been reclining inside the carriage, so the young man had only seen Zhuo Qingyan and the Silk Embroideress. He assumed there were only two people inside, a young mistress traveling with her maid and an old servant.
