"The Duke of Dawnmere has arrived! Make way!"
Vendors froze, and shoppers stumbled back, following the announcement. The crowd, just moments ago vibrant and surging with energy as if they wanted to rebel against the troublemaker, parted like dried leaves on the ground with a gust of wind.
Qin Wei, meanwhile, narrowed his eyes as a broad-shouldered figure stepped down from the carriage. The figure was cloaked in crimson brocade trimmed with gold, with deep scars visible along his jaw and neck, showcasing that he was a veteran. Despite the stately robes, his demeanor appeared more like a warrior who had gone through life and death battles.
"The Duke of Dawnmere. Now, it makes sense where I have witnessed that carriage," Qin Wei muttered.
Vanessa immediately grabbed his sleeve. "Master Icarus," she hissed, "we have to leave."
Qin Wei turned to her, confused. "Why?"
