On the wide streets paved with polished bluestone, horse hooves clattered, and the marching troops thundered like a storm.
Jiang Dali rode atop a sweat-blooded horse with shining mane, akin to a triumphant Great General returning from victory, surrounded by a thousand soldiers entering through the outer city gate, his bald head glaring conspicuously under the sunlight.
A wave of fervent popularity surged forward.
The street, already bustling with people, constantly buzzing with discussions, suddenly erupted in a wave of sound.
"He's here!"
"The hero has returned triumphant!"
Under the escort of numerous soldiers, Jiang Dali's robust figure rode slowly into the city.
The noisy clamor instantly began to recede like a tide, gradually quieting down until it was utterly silent.
