He pondered for a moment, then suddenly spoke, his voice carrying beyond the hall.
"Jin Da."
Almost as soon as the words left his mouth, a towering, dark-gold figure seemed to emerge from the shadows, appearing soundlessly at the living room doorway. He clasped his hands and bowed.
"Your subordinate is here."
"Have someone prepare the carriage," Zhao Linchuan said, rising to his feet. "We're going out."
"Yes!" Jin Da replied solemnly, without the slightest hesitation. He turned and went to make arrangements.
In less than the time it took to brew a cup of tea, a carriage with a simple, understated exterior but a spacious, comfortable interior stood ready before the main gate of Zhao Residence, drawn by two exceptionally fine black steeds.
The driver's seat was empty. Jin Da held the reins himself.
Zhao Linchuan walked out of the residence at an unhurried pace. He glanced at the carriage, then stepped onto the carriage step, lifted the curtain, and entered.
The carriage was simply furnished, with thick cushions, a small table, and a mild, soothing incense burning inside.
Jin Da's respectful voice came from the front. "Young Master, where are we going?"
Zhao Linchuan settled into his seat and replied calmly:
"To Blue Tyrant Academy. We're acquiring it."
"Understood!" Jin Da answered crisply. He flicked the long whip lightly through the air, producing a sharp crack.
The two black horses raised their heads and neighed, then set off at a brisk pace toward Blue Tyrant Academy.
Blue Tyrant Academy, the dean's office.
The afternoon sunlight poured through the wide glass windows. Zhao Linchuan sat relaxed in a hard-backed wooden chair meant for guests.
Jin Da stood silently half a step behind him, like his shadow, his presence almost entirely concealed.
Across from Zhao Linchuan, behind the desk,