A trace of cold light flashed through his eyes.
Under the imperial city, such arrogance still existing is truly unbelievable.
"Such audacity!"
The coachman, who looked like a guard, suddenly had his veins bulging, and his whip in the air emitted a sharp sound.
He seemed ready to strike the strong man.
The air was filled with suffocating tension, and the onlooking citizens dared not breathe, fearing blood would spill any moment.
At the critical moment, the strong man suddenly raised his head, his tiger-like eyes piercing through the seam of the carriage curtain like lightning.
Through the layer of gold-woven sheer fabric, the scene inside the carriage instantly froze his blood.
The young man dressed in a purple five-clawed dragon robe reclined on the cushion.
And on the other side, an old man clad in a red python robe was seated prominently.
His eyes, like blazing flames, stared out of the carriage, exuding authority without anger.
