As night fell, the two sheep that had separated from the herd trotted tirelessly even farther northwest.
There would be two sentries manning the outposts, with one guard on duty during the day while the other took over at night. As such, there was no time gap in the patrolling schedule.
However, who would take notice of two sheep in the wilderness?
The two sheep traveled through the night, and it wasn't until early the next morning that they finally made their way past the farthest outpost of the Northwest's territory and arrived at the back of a hill.
A man in a gray cotton robe was waiting there. He stood there quietly and waited. His expression was shrouded under his hood. It seemed as though he were meditating with his eyes closed.
The two sheep looked at him in anticipation. Then, the gray-robed person opened his eyes. He took out a white stone from his loose sleeve and held it in his hand.
