Da Qian Dynasty.
Year 19 of Jisheng Calendar.
The third day of the third month.
Another spring.
Jing Nan City.
Mud Bodhisattva and the Southern King, drinking tea.
As they drank, they slipped into the latrine.
This latrine had become their place for secret discussions, not used for relieving oneself but for clandestine meetings.
The smell was tolerable.
Mud Bodhisattva had long been fed up with such stifling matters, but there was no choice. That Apocalypse Assassin, as spoken of by the Southern King, became more legendary each time, even stirring some fear within him.
Since there was fear,
caution was always best.
"Southern Prince, my subordinates have sent back word that the plan is progressing very smoothly."
Mud Bodhisattva referred to the assassination plan targeting key "strike points."
These were the cornerstones of the Da Qian Dynasty.
