The large bird in the sky circled once, then descended into the group of people on the opposite side. Someone immediately took out something to feed it, speaking in a low voice.
The man dressed in an old Pioneer Team uniform glanced at Chen Chuan a few times, then at the items he was carrying. He signaled for the people behind him to stay put and walked forward alone. He carried only a Long Sword that looked like it had been polished from bone.
Seeing this, Chen Chuan gently squeezed his legs, urging his horse into a slow walk to meet the man.
When the man was close, he removed his mask, revealing a face. One half was covered in wrinkles, and his hair was completely streaked with white.
The other half of his face was wrapped in cloth. At the edges, fleshy scars and wrinkled skin were visible, suggesting a severe injury. His exposed eye was extremely sharp.
The man looked to be in his sixties or seventies, yet there was a sense that his actual age was younger.
