"Alright, you may leave now." Zhang Rongfang waved his hand.
It was late in the evening, and he wasn't interested in wasting words with Xiang Ling.
"Yes." Xiang Ling bowed respectfully, turned, tapped the wall thrice gently, and then vaulted over it, landing on the other side.
Shortly after, the sound of footsteps receded away outside the wall.
Zhang Rongfang closed his eyes, standing in the courtyard, quietly regulating his breath.
About ten minutes later, he turned around and entered the room, swiftly drafting a scroll, summoning the Little Red Bird.
He tucked the scroll into a bamboo tube and then released the bird.
Squinting, he watched as the red bird vanished into the night sky, lost in thought.
Thump thump thump.
Suddenly, a knock sounded at the courtyard door again.
"Come in."
Zhang Rongfang maintained a calm expression, seemingly unsurprised.
The courtyard door was pushed open.
