As the reports from the North reached their hands, Yan Xing and Zhao Ling found their hearts filled with an urgency that demanded immediate action. The prospect of the Zhihua herb's unpredictable bloom weighed heavily on their minds, its fleeting existence presenting a race against time. Determined not to miss this elusive opportunity, they both felt a compelling need to depart from the capital without delay and immediately head to the Yufeng province.
"The luxury of waiting until the day after tomorrow is a risk we can ill afford," Zhao Ling voiced her impatience, a subtle undercurrent of urgency lacing her words.
Yan Xing's own thoughts echoed the sentiment, swiftly aligning with Zhao Ling's perspective. Though initially contemplating a departure from the capital in two days' time, the rapidly unfolding situation urged him to reconsider. The gravity of the situation compelled him to abandon any further delay, recognizing that time was of the essence.
