Gu Sheng looked up.
Leading the caravan was a middle-aged man dressed like an old farmer. Though the autumn wind carried a chill, he wore a short brown jacket.
He smiled at Gu Sheng and the others, carrying a kind of inexplicable warmth, leaving Gu Erniu and the rest flattered as they bowed repeatedly.
Beside him was a youth dressed in blue, with sharp, defined features and an air of arrogance. A faint resemblance between their facial features could just be made out.
The youth's face was expressionless as he murmured softly to the middle-aged man.
Gu Sheng knew it in his heart.
This was Gu Dajiang, one of the three top experts of Gu's Manor, and his son, Gu Xiaojiang.
Neither spoke a word as they mounted their horses and rode to the front of the caravan.
