The sky had not yet brightened; it was the hour of Yin, with the hour of Mao still to come.
Scattered stars hung faintly in the sky above.
"Ready to set off!"
Zheng Baohe, holding a torch, walked out.
Alongside him were five other escort guards, all carrying torches as well.
They came out and placed their torches on the ropes beside the tree trunks, then led out the horses that had been fed the previous night.
Old Yang, Zhang Ding, Zhou Wanfu, and others also followed suit, one after another, and everyone checked the goods one last time.
Just as the convoy was about to leave the escort agency, suddenly, two figures quickly approached from the darkness.
The world outside was still shrouded in darkness, blanketed in pitch black.
It was not until these two approached that they could see clearly; they were two frail-looking young lads.
