Zhao Douan spoke grandiosely, but he understood that this was also Ma Yan's intention.
The reason the other party had sent word that he needed to hold the fort at the Imperial Court was to avoid competing with him for credit.
In that case, he readily agreed, instructed a few precautions, arranged the follow-up matters and commanded someone to make a trip to the White Horse Hall to report to the Old Director on what would follow.
He then mounted his horse and headed straight for the Imperial City.
"Calculating with my fingers, today marks exactly the seventh day since my appointment, completing the hidden mission within a week... Damn, I've become a speedrunner."
Zhao Douan, buoyed by the spring breeze, sped on his horse, using self-deprecating comments to dilute the sadness in his heart.
Suddenly, he had a déjà vu of returning to the main city to find an NPC and turn in a quest after slaying monsters and looting equipment.
...
Imperial Palace.
