Yu Yiyuan, attendant of the Moon Coffin, was the last to board the carriage, moving so nimbly that he didn't make a single sound.
Before slipping into the sack of grain, his cold gaze swept over those porters as if it had substance.
But these people merely set down the oilcloth indifferently, as if nothing had happened.
"Dharma Master, it's opium..."
A ronin whispered a reminder.
Yu Yiyuan, attendant of the Moon Coffin, instantly understood, and his curiosity grew even stronger.
These people were clearly Zhao Qingxu's hidden line.
According to intelligence, Zhao Qingxu had severed all clues, yet there was still one hidden away.
The space within the sack of grain was cramped, suffocating, mixed with the scent of dust and grains.
Rumble!
From afar, the vibration of hooves hitting the ground could be heard on the official road.
It was none other than the elite scouts of the Captain Bureau and Law Enforcement Hall.
