In the distant sky, a warhorse draped in golden armor, with four hooves ablaze, pulled a golden chariot through the air.

It was majestic beyond compare.

Seated atop it was a man with a stern expression, his hair white yet his face youthful, resting a fist against his head as he leaned on the throne of the chariot.

Having gathered intelligence and prepared accordingly, Lao Yi naturally knew what the ruler of their cooperative partner looked like.