Qingjiang Tea House.
In the private room on the second floor, the one Zhang Jinglong used to favor, Wang Ping ordered a pot of fine tea and some dried fruits. He watched with great interest as a storyteller on the stage below recounted the recent tale of General Niu Man quelling a rebellion.
"Who do you think will show up?"
Yu Lian peeked out from behind the window, her little head hidden as she curiously sized up seat number one at the very front of the first floor.
Last night, Wang Ping had sent out Puppet Zi Hong again. He had it make the initial contact using the secret codes from the memory of the Golden Cultivator Chen Jushu. Now, Wang Ping was waiting for the person who would answer the summons.
