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As night fell, dazzling lightning finally flashed within the dark clouds that had hung heavy for so long, illuminating the county city's darkness several times before the rumbling peals of thunder rolled in from the distant horizon.

A fierce wind blew, slapping against their faces. It carried a thick, damp chill that was cold yet bracing. Before long, a torrential rain would surely arrive.

Beyond the swaying lantern light, Zhang Dun, dressed in a freshly changed set of coarse clothes, hurried ahead. As he identified the route from memory, he introduced the surrounding layout and directions to Meng Zhao and Wei Qi.

The inn where Meng Zhao was staying lay in the southern district, while Chen Sheng's wife and child were in Great Passage Ward, toward the western side of the county city's eastern district.

Thus, early on, Wei Qi had dragged Zhang Dun over to the eastern district with qinggong. Only after reaching the nearby area did he set him down and have Zhang Dun point out the way to the Chen Residence.

Along the way, Zhang Dun had performed fairly well. He did not talk much, but whenever he spoke, he had clearly read Meng Zhao's expressions and catered to his preferences. His words were substantial, and he rarely wasted breath on nonsense.

What pleased Meng Zhao even more was that Zhang Dun had worked at the inn for years, his eyes seeing in all directions and his ears listening to every side. He possessed an exceptionally detailed understanding of Kunnan, even of all Yanzhou. Some of it might have been hearsay, but within Kunnan County at least, it was fairly reliable. Through him, Meng Zhao had also gained a general understanding of Kunnan.

Before long, the three arrived before the gate of a private residence—their destination for