The luxurious carriage stopped in front of Zhang Yuan's tent.
The knights guarding it dismounted in unison, one of them was Bazhad.
This samurai from the Hulan Tribe nodded at Zhang Yuan, then strode forward and knelt on one knee beside the carriage.
Then, he crossed his arms horizontally in front of his chest.
The next moment, the curtain of the carriage lifted, and a veiled woman stepped down on Bazhad's arms.
She wore a luxurious long dress that couldn't hide her graceful and elegant figure, although her true appearance couldn't be seen, a pair of eyes as bright as stars were enough to set one's imagination aflame.
Most importantly, the aura emanating from her gestures clearly indicated her noble status.
She lifted her skirt lightly and bowed gracefully to Zhang Yuan, saying, "Wulan Tuya greets Lord Zhang Yuan."
Zhang Yuan returned the gesture: "Hello."
His gaze shifted to Bazhad beside him.
