At this time, Zhao Xin, having obtained Zhao Hanzhang's permission, began arranging for people to receive messages. Over the past six months, whenever he left a place, he would quietly leave some people behind, of course, not selected from those he brought with him, but rather from the local forces.
He wasn't sure how long they could work or remain loyal, but… it didn't matter, even if just one stayed, he would have gained something.
Knowing Zhao Xin was coming back, Zhao Hanzhang walked towards the main hall with a spring in her step, a smile on her face that she couldn't suppress. She suddenly entered the hall happily, startling the group who were studying tea with their heads down, who hurriedly looked up.
