It was another rainy day. Ming Jing had deliberately changed into snow-white Hanfu and combed his long hair neatly before carrying a food box into the carriage and setting off.
Today was the day he had arranged to meet Deva Path Pain. He wondered what Nagato would give him. He was even a little curious! Most importantly, Konan should be coming too, right?
Just as Ming Jing's thoughts began to wander, the carriage suddenly stopped. Qing Yan's voice came from outside. "Young Master, this person claims to be sent by Miss Konan."
Ming Jing lifted the curtain and looked at the person kneeling halfway down by the roadside, dressed in Anbu attire. Frowning slightly, he asked, "What is your name?"
"This subordinate is Honma. This is the token Divine Messenger Lord gave me." Honma took out a business-card-sized piece of white paper from his robes and respectfully handed it to Ming Jing.
Ming Jing accepted the slip of paper. After sensing it briefly, he knew it had indeed been made by Konan. He returned it to Honma and said, "You are indeed Konan's man."
"Divine Messenger Lord sent this subordinate to guide the Prime Minister." Honma lowered his head as he spoke.
"Then I'll trouble you." Ming Jing nodded.
"Please follow me." Once Honma saw Ming Jing return to the carriage, he spoke to Qing Yan. Qing Yan said nothing. He drove the carriage behind Honma, gradually leaving the borders of the Land of Fire and entering the Land of Rain. What followed was the unceasing rain. Ming Jing sat inside the carriage and listened to it. A sound that should have brought peace instead carried a sense of oppression. He could not help opening the window, letting the damp air flow into the carriage. Only then did he feel