Clatter, clatter, clatter...
Urgent hoofbeats rang out along the official road as a convoy of more than twenty people traveled forward, kicking up rolling clouds of dust.
At the head rode a burly man in a yellow martial outfit, his head wrapped in a black scarf and a steel saber hanging at his waist. A vicious black tiger head was embroidered on the back of his outfit.
The man sat steadily atop his horse, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings from time to time.
Most of the people behind him wore the same yellow clothes and black scarves, clearly cut from the same cloth.
They were escorts from Wanhua City's Black Tiger Escort Agency.
The Black Tiger Escort Agency was considered a somewhat renowned escort agency within Wanhua City.
Leading this shipment was the saber-bearing burly man, Yan Kuan. He was the head of this escort team and an expert who had stepped into the Blood Circulation realm.
"Boss Yan, this shipment for Tingyue Pavilion to the Prefecture City will take no more than five days. We've traveled this road dozens of times, if not a hundred. Is there really any need to be this careful?"
Behind Yan Kuan, a young escort could not help speaking when he saw his leader's grave expression.
"Xiao Tong, how many times have I told you? In our line of work, there can be no carelessness whatsoever. Otherwise, if trouble truly comes and we fail to respond in time, we may pay a cruel price."
Yan Kuan reached out with a large, rough hand covered in thick calluses and patted the young man behind him, lecturing him earnestly.
He had worked as an escort for twenty years. It was precisely through caution and prudence that he had made it this far. He had seen