On the cold streets, the sound of strong, powerful horse hooves echoed.
Several burly men, astride majestic horses draped in the glow of the setting sun, raced forward with abandon.
The leader was out in front, distancing himself from the others.
His posture was nimble, and he was incredibly handsome, exuding an untamed wildness, yet not lacking the demeanor of a refreshing breeze under the bright moon.
Two contradictory vibes fused perfectly within him, a natural-born ruler with an imposing aura that left onlookers in awe and submission.
When they arrived at Xuanyi Pavilion's entrance, Yelu Yan pulled the reins, and the Chestnut Flame Horse reared up, neighing loudly before landing heavily.
Before the horse had even steadied, Yelu Yan leapt down from its back.
At the doorway, the Young Servant in charge was a Palace Servant from within the palace, overly familiar with his own Khan.
He hurriedly took the reins from Yelu Yan's hand.