The Vermilion Bird followed the line of sight and saw two figures flying swiftly toward them over the barren hills south of Bailu City.
One of them was cloaked in a gray cloak, his face indistinct, his build extremely imposing, standing nearly two zhang tall, far exceeding the norm for humans, resembling a towering barbarian bear.
Next to him was a young man in elegant garments, handsome, with a distinctly scholarly air.
The two formed a stark contrast.
"Is this... the Barbarian Tribe?"
Noticing the hint of blue skin revealed under the cloak, the Vermilion Bird's brow slightly furrowed.
"In recent years, Great Yuan's troops have repeatedly marched southward, their iron heels nearing the Royal City, continually compressing their living space. Their situation isn't much better than ours, yet they dare to come to Nantu State?"
"Precisely because of this, they cannot sit and wait for death."
