At the head of the group were two men. The first was in his forties, wearing crimson official robes with a slightly protruding belly, and exuded an imposing aura.
The second man was much younger, around thirty, dressed in a commoner's plain cloth robe. The creases on his garment were faded and bleached white, a sign of countless washings.
Yet despite being a mere commoner, none of the officials behind him dared to treat him lightly.
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