King Cae of Broken Rose Kingdom

The sky was blue and swallows fly by. The sea was waving as the sun stayed at noon. Below was a port filled with boutique shops, some just docked whilst others prepared to depart. The cultivators living in this place were nothing sort of weak, however, they all lived their daily lives as if no danger could harm them. The market was bustling with their economy rising steadily albeit slowly.

By the port was a kingdom, a kingdom with a broken rose as their insignia. The place was filled with the usual nobles and commoners. A statue of the founder could be found right at the heart of the kingdom and the grand palace was right by it. 

The pair of guards guarding the entrance gate of the kingdom had their eyes looking far. They saw a blurry figure walking on the main path with not a single carriage in sight.

"Hey, you see that?" asked the guard.

"I'm not blind," the other guard answered before crossing his arms. "Looks like a visitor?"