"Don't show your head." Ye Jingtang looked at the black-robed old man coming from afar and found that the other party had taken the initiative to make way and retreated to the field by the road. He didn't let down his guard. He rode his horse forward alone and took out a token from his sleeve. "I am the deputy commander of the Black Office, Ye Jingtang. Who are you? Do you have a pass?"
A hundred meters away, the black-robed old man raised his bamboo hat slightly when he heard the voice. Then he got off his horse, took a long bundle wrapped in black cloth from the side of the old horse, and held it vertically on the grass. "Your Excellency, are you Young Hero Ye, Ye Jingtang?"
The voice was old but not hoarse. Instead, it was very clear, giving people the feeling that it was right beside their ears.
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