"Immortals!" The men around the scene all exclaimed in one big voice.
It can be shown that this rural place was still quite ignorant about the powerful forces of this world that existed far away from their purview.
This pair of master and servant that had joined them from the city of White Mountain seemed more than what they appeared to be.
"Let us continue." A beautiful woman's voice commanded freely. Her words met no resistance whatsoever.
"We are yours to serve, Lady Immortal!" The angry caravan master was the first one to answer. It was clear that he tried to hug these people's thighs and did not mind sucking up to them.
Five minutes later and the discontinued group of carriages resumed their night trek once more.
"How is he, Shao Jiang?" The kind young miss asked softly. The magical veil on her face covered her angelic mien from anyone who tried.