At this moment, Zhang Rongfang and Qing Su were standing in the shadows near Pingya Temple.
"It seems that Zhao Tianming has been confirmed as an internal traitor. I just don't know which faction he serves?" Qing Su sighed, feeling a little scared.
If Lord White Eagle hadn't intercepted her halfway, she would probably have already fallen into Zhao Tianming's trap.
"Now, we must be prepared to retire and give up everything in Tanyang at any time," Zhang Rongfang said solemnly.
The exposure of Zhao Tianming had a very bad impact.
Because he possessed one-third of the recent intelligence on the White Eagle side.
Most importantly, this person is likely to incite the forces behind him to target Zhang Ying's identity.
For those forces that abide by the rules, Zhang Ying's official position is a good shield.
For forces that do not abide by the rules, only strength can be one's sole reliance.
In the Mingjing Palace, no expert can stop High Grade Expert from attacking.
Are we really going to rely on those old, toothless Seventh Grade Palace Master and deputy Palace Master? "My lord, what should we do now?" Qing Su hadn't expected the situation to be so serious, and for a moment she was at a loss.
She's still young, after all. If it's just an assassination mission or intelligence gathering, and the objective is clear, then it's alright.
But given the current situation, Zhang Rongfang felt somewhat helpless. If he hadn't been injured, he might have been able to test the power behind Zhao Tianming.
However, his right wrist was injured, and his strength was at most 70% of what it used to be. If he were to fight, he probably wouldn't even be able to defeat a slightly stronger Eighth Grade.
He rarely experienced this feeling of frustration after rapidly breaking through to a higher rank.
But unexpectedly, it has reappeared now.
"Go back first, and be careful to hide yourself. I need to go somewhere," Zhang Rongfang said in a deep voice.
"Understood!"
Qing Su said no more. Now she could only rely on Lord White Eagle to find a solution. If even Eighth Grade White Eagle like Bai Ying couldn't help, then she, a mere Fourth Grade, would have no choice but to leave Tanyang and go elsewhere.
Let's lay low for a while before making any further moves.
*** Tanyang's Cloud and Mist Residence is a magnificent three-story red building.
There has always been a huge sign and two big red lanterns hanging in front of the building.
Inside, rows of counters display all kinds of calligraphy and paintings, antiques, various trinkets, and collectibles.
What's most puzzling is that despite the vast area, there isn't much foot traffic here.
Someone secretly counted their customers in front of the door and found that even if every customer who came in and out shopped inside every day, it wouldn't be enough to cover the daily expenses of the entire Cloud and Mist Residence.
Therefore, the mystery Cloud and Mist Residence had long been known in the surrounding area.
Zhang Rongfang changed his clothes and, like an ordinary customer, walked into the first floor and wandered around the counter a few times.
This is his first time here.
The intelligence capabilities of the White Eagle and Black Eagle are quite different.
Black Eagle seemed to have more connections with higher-ups; he didn't know if this was the case at all branches or just for Tanyang.
However, given the current difficult situation, if things still don't work out here, Zhang Rongfang plans to completely disappear and hide for a while.
Anyway, he still has his Daoist Daoist Registry from the Great Dao Sect, and his rank in the government office won't drop.
He hid for a while, and once the storm subsided, he used all his Attribute Points to build up his strength to a level that ordinary people couldn't even imagine.
At that time, the difficulties we face will no longer be difficulties.
I wandered around the counter a few times.
Soon, he arrived at a corner and flashed his White Eagle Waist Token at a shop assistant who was dozing off.
The shop assistant snapped to attention and immediately came to his senses.
"It's Grandpa Bai! Over here! Over here!"
He quickly stepped out from behind the counter, bowing and scraping as he led Zhang Rongfang upstairs.
Following the shop assistant, the two of them went in through a staircase entrance in the corner, one in front of the other.
After turning a few corners, we soon arrived at a spacious indoor courtyard.
The courtyard is over thirty meters long and wide, and is surrounded by painted wooden walls.
The ground in the middle was paved with thin stone slabs, and in the very center there was an artificial Rockery with flowing water that was making a gurgling sound.
Beside the man-made landscape.
A woman in white with a stiff expression is kneeling quietly on a cushion, holding a calligraphy brush in her hand and gently writing calligraphy.
The woman's robe resembled both a robe and a long skirt, spreading out on the ground like clouds, pure white and flawless.
The white robes contrasted sharply with the black ink marks appearing on the calligraphy copybook.
The black and white color scheme evokes a sense of tranquility.
"Fan Qianyu".
The woman didn't notice Zhang Rongfang, or rather, even though she saw him, she didn't seem inclined to speak to him.
Instead, he said another name on his own.
"You owe me a favor, and it's time to pay it back."
Zhang Rongfang was puzzled, not knowing her identity or who she was talking to.
He was about to ask a question when he suddenly noticed that there was a person standing by the Rockery in the courtyard.
The man slowly emerged from beside the Rockery, his movements completely silent. Even though he was only a dozen meters away, Zhang Rongfang hadn't noticed his presence at all.
He looked at the man.
This is a tall, thin man.
He wore Silver Mask that covered half of his face.
The other half of his face, however, was handsome yet feminine.
There's a strange sense of contradiction about this person. His physique doesn't actually convey much strength.
But as soon as Zhang Rongfang looked at him, his keen senses stirred up a chilling sense of threat.
This person is completely different from what he previously knew.
In Zhang Rongfang's view, anyone who practices martial arts will have plenty of muscle definition.
Even in Qing Su, there will still be muscle contours hidden under tight-fitting underwear.
She simply concealed it at all times because of her love of beauty.
For martial artists, muscles are power. Without power, no matter how fast a sword or knife is, it will be weak and powerless.
In fact, strength and speed are directly proportional.
The greater the force, the faster the speed.
But the person in front of me.
Zhang Rongfang's muscles tensed up unconsciously.
He didn't know why he was tense, but his body instinctively trembled. "You're closer than me," the Silver-Masked Man said blankly.
"Yes." The woman in white gently finished writing the calligraphy.
That is a huge "ji" character.
The black ink slowly spread and diffused at the end of the writing.
"While I can still remember." The woman raised her head, a hint of bloodlust rising in her eyes.
"Go."
She put down her pen.
"I'll help you this time, and we'll be even," the Silver-Masked Man said softly.
"Good."
The woman fell silent for a moment.
"But I won't show up, none of us will. If you die, you die."
The Silver-Masked Man didn't reply and turned to walk towards the door.
Zhang Rongfang stood in front of the door and unconsciously made way for him.
He watched the man leave in silence, without uttering a word.
The other person's youthful face and long, silvery-white hair created a striking contrast.
It's hard to tell whether he's young or old.
A short while later, the man's figure disappeared into the stairwell.
Zhang Rongfang couldn't even hear the sound of his footsteps going downstairs, even though the stairs had creaked as they came up by themselves.
Turning around, Zhang Rongfang's gaze fell on the woman in white.
"My name is Tanyang White Eagle. May I ask who you are?"
He unconsciously used honorifics.
That man was extremely dangerous, but the woman who could command him is probably even more dangerous! It's always best to be cautious, no matter what.
As the saying goes, it's never wrong to be overly polite; being careful is never a mistake.
Only then did the woman seem to notice Zhang Rongfang's presence.
Her pupils gradually focused, and the other person's figure appeared.
"I know you are the one who delivered the Scripture Silk Secret Scripture Scroll."
"It is indeed your subordinate." Zhang Rongfang's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately adopted a humble attitude.
The woman reached into her waist pouch and fumbled for something, but suddenly froze – there was nothing in it.
"Sorry, I forgot to bring anything again." She seemed to want to reward Zhang Rongfang with something, but embarrassingly found that she couldn't find anything.
"My lord, this is what I should do. There is no need for reward." Zhang Rongfang said quickly, "But my lord, the situation of my Golden Wing Tower in Tanyang is quite bad. The forces that have come looking for the Secret Scroll Scripture Silk include the Black Ten Sect and the Secret Teaching. These are not people I can afford to offend."
He quickly explained his predicament.
"I understand," the woman nodded gently. "You are a good child who risked your life to hand in the Secret Scroll. Then you stayed behind to face the threats."
She spoke the word "good child" softly and gently in a girlish voice.
Zhang Rongfang felt goosebumps rise on his skin, but he couldn't show it and could only endure it.
"Okay." The woman clapped her hands gently. "What is your wish? I can help you fulfill it once if I can."
"A wish?" Zhang Rongfang was taken aback; that was a very broad range.
"Yes, wishes," the woman nodded. "For example, is there an enemy I need to kill? Or do I want to know some information?"
Murder? News?
"Your subordinate."
Zhang Rongfang thought for a moment, wondering if he could ask the Snake King for help.
"Xue Jinghao injured you. Should we slaughter his entire family?" the woman asked softly.
"You...that's the Snake King! Super Grade envoy of the Black Ten Sect!" Zhang Rongfang's heart trembled.
"It's alright." The woman chuckled softly, but her expression remained unchanged. Only her eyes flickered.
"It's okay," she said, her eyes becoming misty. "While I can still remember... while I can still remember."
At this time, Cloud and Mist Residence is outside.
Centered on this location, within a radius of several hundred meters.
One after another, figures with Golden Character Feather Talisman hanging from their waists appeared and gathered in the direction of Cloud and Mist Residence.
They appear to be ordinary people, but deep in their eyes lies an indifference to human life.
***Outside Tanyang City, on Qingding Mountain.
Directly opposite the city gate, First Squad strong figures dressed in gray and white armor were lined up and galloping along the Official Road.
Everyone Upper Capital inner armor and outer robes, with masks on their heads and double-edged broadswords on their backs.
Moreover, on the Official Road the other three city gates of Tanyang, there were also groups of over a hundred people riding horses towards this direction.
All the teams were dressed the same, in the same outfits.
Most importantly, their leaders all had hidden jade feather-shaped markings representing the Golden Wing Tower hanging from their waists.
Despite these people wearing metal armor that was forbidden by the Imperial Court, no city guard dared to stop them when they entered the city gate.