Beside her sat a slender youth in pale blue, his hair bound with silver thread, his eyes sharp as a hawk's. A Clear Sky Pavilion jade token hung from his belt, its cool aura spilling faint traces of water qi.
Opposite him, lounging carelessly with one leg over the side, was a broad-shouldered man clad in dark bronze armor. The emblem of the Iron-Blood Hall gleamed on his chest, his rough smile betraying a restless hunger for battle.
Lastly, a quiet figure sat near the edge—a woman dressed in gray and white, robes simple but flawless. Her presence was serene, yet the faint shimmer around her hands suggested control of wind qi. She bore the insignia of the elusive Heavenly Whisper Sect.
The servant bowed again. "Five chosen guests of the road's front. Each of you represents strength and honor upon this journey. Together, you share the guard of the leading seat."
