"Let's just go directly!"
Long Ziling was about to speak, but then shook her head, realizing that what she was about to say was absurd. Ten thousand people was not a small number. Like Tang Yi said, spies must have already surrounded them. If they made a move, it was certain that the Siam military would immediately come to suppress them.
Ordinary people's ability to organize and mobilize couldn't compare with that of an army trained for a long time. It was likely that the ten thousand disciples wouldn't get far before they were encircled by the quickly arriving Siam army, like dumplings wrapped in dough.
"Do you have any paper and brush here?" Tang Yi suddenly asked. "The brush must be a writing brush!"
"Yes!"
Even though Long Ziling didn't understand why Tang Yi suddenly needed a writing brush at this time, she immediately found one for him, and it was an authentic weasel-hair brush, complete with an inkstone.
