Qing Jun!
Zhao Rong opened his eyes, and his pupils contracted.
The ancient book slipped from his knees.
The next moment,
he thrust aside the carriage curtain and rushed out of the carriage.
Zhao Rong looked back.
There were about a dozen people ahead, exactly those who had just passed by the window.
The attire of most of these people was uniform.
All wore flowing and casual white robes, with slight differences between men and women, but all featured long, flowing sashes.
Above the white robes, black sword patterns adorned the sleeves and waists.
However, a few were dressed differently.
For instance, the red-clothed woman walking alongside the white-robed figure who constantly occupied Zhao Rong's thoughts was particularly eye-catching.
However, Zhao Rong only glanced over these individuals in a hurry.
His gaze was soon captivated by the one in the middle, clad in white.
And he could not look away anymore.