"Is the arrangement with the traitor settled?"
Sima Manli looked over.
"Everything has been arranged, I will release false information to lure him into action," Qian the shopkeeper once again whispered.
Sima Manli didn't say anything more, just looked at the document in her hand and sighed softly to herself.
"A storm is coming..."
...
Upon the great river.
The Sima family's large ship moved like a fierce beast riding the wind and breaking the waves, rushing steadily towards the distance through the ripples.
On the deck.
Sima Yingjun had a longsword stylishly hanging at his waist, and if his left hand hadn't been wrapped in bandages, he indeed would have cut a figure of a young hero.
