After discussing plans to deal with the three puppet sect's base with Yan Xing, Zhao Ling slipped away from the courtyard in secrecy. Upon returning, she promptly informed her fellow junior disciples of the strategy they had formulated.
"Have you all completed the tasks I assigned?" Zhao Ling inquired.
"Yes, Senior Sister, we have finished everything," Shen Wu replied.
Zhao Ling nodded and declared, "Excellent. Everyone should rest early tonight. We will journey to Tianfu village tomorrow to take on the puppet sect's base."
The following morning, before dawn had even broken, Zhao Ling and her group departed Jinzhou city.
On the outskirts of Jinzhou city, Yan Xing leaned against a tree and caressed his horse's head. He wore a black combat suit and an elegant black mask, his attention piqued by the sound of approaching hooves. When he looked up, he saw Zhao Ling and her group making their way toward him.
