"How should I respond, sir?"
This was a crucial point. Fan Xian was not sure how Yan Bingyun had first made contact with the agents under his command, so he was careful not to act without thinking carefully. "There won't be a specific handler in Shangjing within the next two months, but I'll appoint someone responsible for getting in touch with you for the time being."
The old shopkeeper looked somewhat concerned. "I ask that you exercise caution, sir. In the 20 years since Xiao En's capture, the Northern Qi Brocade Guard have been nowhere near on a par with the Red Riders of Northern Wei. But in an enemy nation, a subordinate must still consider those beneath him."
Fan Xian nodded. This was also why the Overwatch Council had not dared to contact those "orphans" abandoned in the north over the past year. "Do not worry," he said calmly. "I'll find the least trackable person in the whole Council."
