With a thought, they appeared. The brush moved like dragons and snakes as he drew on the golden paper. Given the size of the paper, he could only draw roughly. He would draw it in detail later and bind it into a book.
In four hours, both maps were completed.
He took out a golden jade box and solemnly put them away.
He walked to the window and looked at the sky outside. The drizzle was still falling and had not stopped. There was still one and a half days before Emperor Xia's 66th birthday. He muttered to himself," The plan has been set. We're just waiting for you to come in."
Time passed. In the blink of an eye, a day and a half had passed.
It was still drizzling in the afternoon.
Zhang Ronghua stood by the window with his hands behind his back and looked outside. His thoughts were running fast.
