"Da-da-da," the sound of horse hooves echoed endlessly on the streets of Yinling City. Because of the rain, there were few people on the road, letting the horse run freely.
The rider lifted his bamboo hat, revealing Li Huowang's resolute gaze. He grabbed the reins with one hand and pulled a slip of paper from his shirt, checking it once more.
This was a pigeon message from Tuoba Danqing, with few words written on it: "Record of Appearance summons, come quickly. Yinling prison."
Li Huowang felt he understood Tuoba Danqing well by now. With his personality, giving instructions without eating or drinking was already proof of the urgency of this matter.
He had no idea whether this would be good or bad for him; all he could do was prepare for the worst.
Luckily, he was alone now—with nothing to fear even if something really happened.
