The day had just brightened when the group of people from Jingdou began to rise and wash up. This time, everyone Fan Xian had brought was from the Council. Other than Mu Feng'er, who was now in charge of the Qinian Unit, the other people were formed from the Second and Sixth Bureaus. A half militaristic professional life in the Overwatch Council made these people serious and silent. There was only the sound of running water and the squeaking of the door.
It was only 20 li from the inn to Dingzhou. Flying on the eight-horse wide road, it did not take a lot of time. Furthermore, they didn't have to be careful with their horses. When this group of people came to the eastern gate of the city, the sun had not yet risen very high. There was a sliver of coldness tucked into the warmth. However, the line of farmers, as well as merchants from the Central Plain trying to get into the city, had already formed a long line.
