Jin Jian, trying to stay upbeat, was devouring smoked meat pie with both hands like a little hamster. Upon hearing the conversation, he suddenly tilted his head, thinking for a moment before staring at Zhao Douan and saying, "You'll have to pay more."
Dealing with Qingshan wasn't exactly the duty of the Heavenly Master Mansion, but it didn't break any rules either. Each task is its own, and the priest can intervene personally.
Zhao Douan was overjoyed: "That's fine, that's fine..."
Yu Xiu held her forehead and sighed softly.
...
After the meal, the caravan continued its journey.
The long procession walked along the snow-covered official road for about half an hour, and then a wide stone bridge appeared ahead.
Beside the stone bridge, rebel soldiers were stationed.
And behind the stone bridge, there was a complex of buildings, including a fortress-like city gate tower that bore the banner of the Jiancheng Road rebels. Beyond it was a small town called White Stone Town.
