Morning.
Inn.
After the aristocratic family coalition appeared outside the city, the owner had closed the inn and suspended business. Half of the stranded guests had already left. They had originally been spies sent by the major families.
They needed to rendezvous with the families now.
The remaining people were no ordinary travelers either. They were scouts from third-party factions.
They continued watching the situation.
So although the first-floor hall was empty at the moment.
And nowhere near as lively as usual.
Almost everyone was whispering with their companions in their rooms, discussing the current situation and finding ways to pass along information. From what Jiang Qiao had seen, more than a dozen pigeons had flown out of the inn.
"Carrier pigeons."
"How retro."
Jiang Qiao sat in a chair, looking out at the silent street and the pigeons flapping into the air. He said leisurely, "The ancients really knew what they were doing."
"This way of transmitting information only takes a handful of feed per hundred kilometers."
A chill wind blew outside the window.
Though summer had only just passed, it felt as though deep winter had arrived in an instant. The sun in the sky brought no warmth. Instead, it gave off a glaring, pallid light.
"Mr. Jiang."
"Who do you think will win this battle?"
Shen Boxia asked curiously.
"Of course Tiger Lian Mountain will win." Jiang Qiao smiled. "This so-called coalition of aristocratic families will probably be wiped out this time."
"Even if they've prepared some trump cards."
He looked into the distance.
The inn was located by the East Gate, while the aristocratic family coalition had entered through the South Gate, so things were still relatively peaceful here.
"No way?" Shen Boxia was somewhat shocked.
"I heard that the Tao Family, Gui Family, and Feng