Please enter the main text. At the grand gate of the plaza, a group of people walked in with the might and stride of dragons and tigers. Leading them was a middle-aged man, adorned in a splendid Golden Armor, exuding a fierce aura of battle, clearly honed from years stationed at the frontier, enveloped in an atmosphere of war readiness.
Behind this middle-aged man followed several other men in armor. Each of them emanated a rather strong aura of authority, as if accustomed to high positions and maintaining their dignity; their identities were undeniably significant.
Such a group appearing instantly drew the attention of all guests in the plaza, and among all eyes, there was a pervasive gaze of reverence directed at the leading middle-aged man.
"Welcome, Crown Prince..."
"Crown Prince..."
