A thousand miles from Citong.
The barren highland is covered in yellow soil, with scattered dry trees.
A caravan composed of large, luxurious ox carts is moving leisurely towards Citong.
On the official road, knights on fast horses frequently pass by, slowing down and avoiding the road when they encounter the caravan.
Among these knights are court messengers from the military department.
However, they dare not disturb or collide with the ox carts of the caravan.
All because the flag at the front of the caravan belongs to the West Sect True Buddha Temple, emblazoned with the words 'Great Joy Maitreya'.
The red-gold trimmed flag is continuously pulled and blown by the wind.
In the caravan, a tall middle-aged man with a handsome goatee and sharp eyes like an eagle gazes far ahead from horseback.
The man's demeanor is steady, his face calm, deep as water, as if he wouldn't be moved by any situation.
