The grand ceremonial procession followed behind, with the suona trumpets blowing thunderously, gongs and drums resounding, and firecrackers crackling endlessly, creating a cacophony that echoed to the heavens.
Riding on the Flood Dragon Horse, Wang Xiaoqiang was in high spirits and full of self-satisfaction, truly like the saying "riding swift horses in the spring breeze with great delight."
On both sides of the street, the crowd lined up, and the citizens cupped their hands towards Wang Xiaoqiang in congratulations. Wang Xiaoqiang continually cupped his hands back to the crowd, his demeanor very kind and amiable. Approachable.
The higher one stands, the more affinity they should display, so as to demonstrate their cultivation. Although Wang Xiaoqiang was not officially the lord of one nation, he was in effect a lord, and naturally had to exhibit the demeanor of a lord.
Of course, there were also envious and jealous glances from men, as well as forlorn looks from women,
