"Yes!"
The messenger immediately turned around and went ahead to deliver the message.
The team came to a stop, but the two carrying the palanquin showed no intention of putting it down and simply stood quietly in place.
The young man's fingers lightly tapped the armrest, producing a dull and monotonous sound.
No one dared to speak, and the entire team was eerily quiet.
In reality, there was no need to wait for an entire hour; within just a quarter of an hour, noises arose in the distance, and someone shouted from afar.
"I want to see who is so arrogant to bully us at Bright Moon Valley."
With these words, a group of people, brandishing torches, grandly appeared on the road.
Leading them was a middle-aged man, plain in appearance but full of spirit, and particularly his eyes, as clear and bright as a bright moon.
Upon seeing the young man seated in the palanquin, he was initially stunned, then sneered.
