"Then we should conserve our energy and get a good rest tonight," An Xiaoxue said with a smile.
Gu Zheng said nothing. He simply picked up a bowl of soup and slowly savored it.
From the shadow behind him, a figure suddenly shot out. It scurried to a corner, left the main hall, and darted toward the back courtyard.
"Alright, alright! I'm counting on the four of you, then!"
Zhao Fang's face was filled with gratitude as he gave a deep bow.
...
After a bit more eating and drinking.
Gu Zheng and his group finally left the table. Zhao Fang led them to their individual guest rooms.
The three hundred Warriors were also housed in groups in a courtyard not far from the County Magistrate's Office.
Night deepened, and midnight soon arrived.
As if by silent agreement, Zhang Ning, An Xiaoxue, and Tao Liu quietly left their rooms and gathered in Gu Zheng's.
"Mr. Gu, what's going on?" Tao Liu asked in a hushed voice. "Is there something wrong with this Zhao Fang?"
