A group of men and horses gathered under the sun for a while, then each dispersed.
But this time, the special envoy's order revealed clues to those with sharp eyes.
Everyone felt a bit uneasy in their hearts.
A few captains gathered together and simply invited the commander to a meal, trying to probe for some intelligence.
Zhang Rongfang, however, had no interest in this.
He returned home alone and practiced some talismanic skills in the courtyard.
Pa.
Suddenly, a small lump of mud was thrown over the outer wall.
Then came the sound of children laughing mischievously, gradually fading away.
Zhang Rongfang slowly ceased his practice, stopped, walked over to the lump of mud, and bent down to pick it up.
He used his fingers to split the mud open, revealing a wad of paper inside.
Taking out the paper wad, he unfolded and read it.
"Outside the city, White Mist Forest, Pingya Temple. Ten o'clock at night."
This was information on a location and time.
