"The crows cry in the dark, chilled to the bone; lying aboard the boat, I cannot sleep. Outside Suzhou stands a temple, its great bell still tolling at midnight."
The two teleported directly from the Bianjing City post station to Gusu, then raced straight toward Cold Mountain Temple. As they sprinted at full speed with their movement techniques, Monk Dao Demon Niu Zhichun improvised a poem and turned to Ye Weiming with a grin. "Brother Ye, what do you think of my poem?"
Ye Weiming merely frowned without speaking. At the same time, he sent a message in the Team Channel. "To prevent anyone from eavesdropping at a distance, it's safer to communicate through the Team Channel."
"Sure!" Niu Zhichun replied, immediately following up with another message. "But you still haven't answered my earlier question. How was my poem?"
Ye Weiming waved a hand. "Forget that useless nonsense. While there's still time, hurry up and tell me the specifics of Zhan Zhao's situation."
Knowing Ye Weiming was dead set on refusing to comment on the poem he had racked his brains to compose, Niu Zhichun could only sigh helplessly. Then his expression turned serious as he began explaining the matter through the Team Channel.
It turned out that Niu Zhichun had encountered the injured Zhan Zhao while carrying out a mission near Suzhou.
Zhan Zhao had been rather fortunate. Because of his connection to Ye Weiming and the others, Niu Zhichun had unknowingly raised his favorability with many NPCs from the authorities to an extremely high level. He had intended to take on some missions and accumulate Cultivation Points to raise his martial arts levels, so he had naturally accepted a wanted mission issued by the imperial court.
While turning in the mission, he had happened to encounter Zhan Zhao