Yet in many places, it seemed to have the style of Civil Official's robes.
Because there was indeed a document in his hand, coupled with the dragon pattern, Gong Deming truly dared not block him. After struggling for a few moments, he gritted his teeth and waved his right hand. The guards behind opened the gate, noticing the dragon pattern on his battle robe, as if it burned their vision through the air, retreating back a step in unison, their expressions uncertain whether in fear or respect.
The young man gently thanked them, and was allowed to enter the Imperial Path.
The sound of footsteps gradually faded away.
Gong Deming let out a deep breath, his face not looking well after such a fright.
A subordinate behind him whispered: "That was the dragon pattern..."
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