After the three of them left, Qi Tianzong went out to see them off in person.
Cold winds whipped fine snow against his face. The gatekeeper, huddled deep into his cotton-padded jacket with his neck drawn in, watched Qi Tianzong’s retreating figure with a look of pure confusion.
"Brother Zhao," the lackey asked, rubbing his frozen, red hands with a mix of curiosity and flattery, "who exactly are those three? Why did Brother Tian have to see them off himself?"
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