The journey went off without a hitch.
Both of them were martial artists, and although they were leading seven horses, their speed was incredibly fast without the burden of any baggage and goods.
They quickly caught up with the escort team that had set off earlier. Both parties came face to face, with a distance of less than twenty meters between them.
Zhao Yan and Huang An were in the front and back, respectively, with the seven horses in the middle.
The road was narrow and didn't allow for side-by-side travel.
After five or six moments, both parties simultaneously came to a stop.
Huang An was about to demand a way through when he surveyed the team with his squinting eyes.
Suddenly.
"Gentlemen, please go ahead!"
A frantic shout was heard, followed by increasing tumult within the escort team, with sounds of arguing, questioning and fear.
"Make way, make way!"
The valley was filled with the noises of horses, bulls and people.