The caravan members were mostly middle-aged people, followed by youths. There were very few elderly individuals.
They were almost all men. Women were a rare sight, save for the occasional older woman.
These people looked Ordinary, but the presence they exuded was anything but.
About half of them were likely High Tier Lords, and the rest were High Tier Martial Artists or Mages.
There might have also been some High Tier Physicians and Craftsmen.
But Zhao Chi couldn't glean any more information than that.
Soldiers were interspersed throughout the caravan. One look at them was enough to tell that these Soldiers were high-Level and absolutely reliable.
He didn't know whose Soldiers they were.
As he was watching, a burly, rough-looking man approached. He was stubbled, dark-skinned, and powerfully built.
Clad in a suit of Fine Steel Armor and carrying a Two-Handed Great Axe on his back, he looked like a bear made of steel.
