The rarity of True Blood talent is evident.
'Clop, clop, clop!'
"Whoa..."
At this moment, a luxurious double-horse carriage carved with dragons and phoenixes, its entrance covered with sky-blue brocade, hurriedly arrived at the scene.
The riders were two knife-bearing guards in brocade garments, their expressions indifferent, qi-blood strong, clearly having undergone rigorous training.
A slender white hand pulled back the curtain.
A young man wearing a jade crown jumped down.
His body was draped in a pristine white brocade robe, feet clad in black boots with silk and jade inlays, looking extremely noble.
Swaggering directly to the front, he evidently intended to cut in line.
And yet the sternly regimented guards at the Seeking Immortality Hall treated it as if unseen, without any reaction.
The young boys and girls queued behind showed discontent on their faces, but not one dared to protest.
None of them were foolish.
