The post station had already arranged for the plain-clothes permanent staff of the Hengshan Sect to, first, keep an eye on martial artists passing through north of Hengyang and, by chance, gather intelligence.
Secondly, they were specially assigned to handle miscellaneous tasks for the young Sect Leader of the Hengshan Sect, such as taking care of the thoroughbred horses in the stables and preparing meals.
This was actually a very good job, as they often received some guidance from the young Sect Leader.
When Zhao Rong returned to the Sword-Hiding Pavilion in the evening, Mo Da, who had been toiling for nearly twenty days, appeared rather fatigued, yet there was a proud smile on his aged face.
"It's accomplished!" Mo Da's voice was forceful, as if carving the words into a stone wall.
"Master, you've worked hard!"
Zhao Rong was overjoyed, "The sudden rain has yet to cease, yet the roaming dragon already startles the swan!"
