The Chief Constable hesitated for a moment before speaking up. "I hear the Marquis of Ren De has also invited Lord Shen. Lord Zhang, will you not be traveling with him?"
"If word of this gets out, people might think you and Lord Shen are at odds."
The moment the words left his mouth, the Chief Constable knew he had spoken out of turn again.
After all, as a Daoist Order, a man of his standing had surely considered these matters far more carefully than he had.
Zhang Dao Ling stopped in his tracks and glanced back at the Chief Constable. "There are some things you shouldn't ask. I have my reasons for not traveling with him."
The Chief Constable broke out in a sweat and quickly nodded in assent.
Zhang Dao Ling said no more and started walking down the street.
Just then, a troop of men appeared before him.
Zhang Dao Ling stopped short, his brows knitting together.
