The merchant convoy hadn't been on the road long before Jiang Wang spotted the marks left by the Qing brand catchers at the roadside. A few branches were casually put together, but only a Qing brand arrest officer of a certain level could decipher their meaning.
After seeing the mark, Jiang Wang, citing the stuffiness of the carriage as a reason, dismounted the horse he had been riding for half a day and returned to the carriage.
But just before he lifted the curtain, the back of his hand subtly snapped his little finger three times behind his back.
No one around seemed to pay any attention to him, but Jiang Wang knew for certain that someone would understand the significance of this gesture.
This was his way of using the Qing brand methods to confirm whether the leader of Hell Has No Door, King of Qin Guang, was within the merchant convoy. He relied on his own Qing brand to ensure the accuracy of the information.
Jiang Wang sat in the carriage with an expressionless face.
