In the mansion, Captain Dong Zhao of the Huang Forbidden Army was waiting for something.
"Lord." The three bowed and saluted.
"Stand up, how did the affair proceed?" Dong Zhao asked.
"Reporting to Lord, it's been handled. They're indeed caught in the trap, currently heading towards Jiping Cloth Shop."
"Very well, you may leave now."
"Yes."
The three retreated, Dong Zhao changed his disguise, left the mansion, and walked towards the inner city along the cobblestone avenue.
Entering the inner city, he turned to the north city.
Half an hour later, Dong Zhao arrived at a residence.
Compared to the deep courtyards of the dignitaries in the inner city, this residence seemed unremarkable.
He entered the residence without any guard obstruction, familiar with the route.
Outside the residence, Chu Ming, who had been following, focused his gaze.
The Sword Gourd Spirit detected a familiar figure—Tang Xuan.
"Tang Xuan..."
There was a surge of murderous intent in Chu Ming's eyes.
