As he entered the city gate, Zheng Fan noticed that it wasn't just Nanwang City's garrison soldiers at the entrance, but also a group of black-clad men.
The Yan State favored black, and black had always been considered the exclusive color of "agents." Unlike the ostentatious Silver Armored Guard of Qian State, Yan State's Spy Bureau had always maintained a very low profile.
Of course, whether they were truly as discreet as they appeared on the surface remained unknown.
Zheng Fan also saw Pheasant.
Pheasant was clearly the leader of this group.
The convoy was undergoing inspection. Zheng Fan dismounted, and just then, Pheasant proactively approached him, calling out, "Lord Zheng."
Even if one inwardly disdained the intelligence services, it was essential to maintain a polite facade.
Zheng Fan offered a slight smile and returned the salute.
A few days ago, Pheasant had specifically come to Green Willow Fortress to hint that Zheng Fan had been resting long enough.
