"The Marquis Jing'an returns to the capital—"
A group of Forbidden Army with Profound Armor, lined up in two rows, held their Golden Melon Axes high and crossed them, clearing the way ahead.
Li Fei gently squeezed the horse's belly, and the Snow Dragon Steed strode forward, stepping on the frost-covered path paved with ice crystals, slowly entering the gate ahead.
Behind, Ye Ze'an and others sat in the cars, which followed the Snow Dragon Steed, moving slowly.
As the Snow Dragon Steed entered the city gate, waves of cheers surged like a tsunami!
Inside the East Subordinate Gate, the streets were already flooded with a sea of black-haired heads on both sides.
Window lattice, flying eaves, tile roofs, wherever one could stand, were crowded with people eagerly awaiting.
Some brave little girls screamed at the silhouette on horseback, old women raised fresh steaming flatbreads above their heads, and young children climbed onto their fathers' shoulders...
