Ten days had passed, and Fang Yang had been granted entry into the Monarch's Camp.
On this day, the sky had yet to fully brighten, and remnants of the night still lingered.
On the nearly deserted main road, a carriage bearing the great banner of Taiyin slowly approached.
Inside this carriage, Fang Yang and Second Uncle Fang sat facing each other.
The carriage sped toward the inner city, its destination the Monarch's Camp.
"Quick, make way!"
"You have no sense at all! What's the point of keeping you?"
"Chen'Er, quickly come out with your father and pay our respects..."
The moment they entered the inner city, their carriage encountered others.
Among them, many of the carriage owners were Clan Leaders from the Silver Tribes.
When they saw the carriage flying the great banner of Taiyin, they all moved aside, some even clasping their hands in salute.
