The long saber at his waist was adorned with intricately crafted patterns, exuding the charm of time's sedimentation, whispering tales of bygone sword glints and shadows. Changwei strode steadily, step by step toward the Hake Tribe at the checkpoint, each step firm and powerful, as the dust beneath his feet slightly rose with his tread, displaying the poised demeanor of a seasoned Escort Master.
However, Li Yuanbo and his brothers from the Hake Tribe looked on with eyes full of disdain, as if viewing a group of insignificant ants.
