On the morning of the third day, when the sky wasn't even lit yet, the horsemen left from the West Gate in groups.
Ren Baqian was waiting for them somewhere near the city.
After all, someone just tried to assassinate him not long ago. This time around, Ren Baqian was traveling to the mountains, which were some distance away. As such, he couldn't help but be extra cautious.
Even though Great Xia's diplomats were all locked up in prison and had been forgotten by people, this didn't mean that there wouldn't be any scouts from Great Xia lurking around the city.
In particular, those trade merchants that seemed honest and well-behaved. Ren Baqian was absolutely certain that there was a Great Xia scout among them.
