Nighttime at Jinjiang Embankment.
When Zhao Douan last visited this place, he was only an envoy of the White Horse Hall.
But this time, his identity had undergone a tremendous change.
"People and things are no longer the same," Zhao Douan stretched his back and leaned on a chair made of cloth.
A lantern hung by his side, in front of him a fishing rod was propped up with a Y-shaped support, and its tip extended straight into the dark river water.
The water reflected dim starlight and the broken moon.
Tonight, moved by a sudden impulse, Zhao Douan had chosen this place for night fishing.
Behind him, trusted government officers from the Lihua Hall vigilantly surveyed their surroundings to ward off any possible outsiders.
"Master, the person has been brought here," shortly after, Hou Renmeng approached and whispered.
With a wave of his hand, the Colonel behind him threw a tattered sack onto the riverbank's shallow sand and untied the opening.
"Wuu wuu wuu."
