Cyan Dragon Bureau.
It was already night, but the Guard Captain Hall was still lit.
From afar, Chen Tang and the two others saw Cai Yin sitting alone at a round table. There were no other dishes on the table, only a bowl of thin millet porridge.
Seeing Chen Tang and the others return, Cai Yin finally picked up the large bowl and started sipping the porridge unhurriedly.
The carriage they took came back late.
Normally, the news of Duan Zhao's murder should have reached Wu'an County by the previous day.
Being so late, Cai Yin waiting here clearly meant he had received the news.
The three exchanged glances, mentally prepared, and stepped forward to salute.
Cai Yin pretended not to hear and didn't even look up at them, continuing to drink his porridge.
They couldn't say anything and could only patiently wait on the side.
Cai Yin drank the porridge very slowly. The porridge had been sitting for who knows how long, and it was evidently cold without any steam.
