Zhong Hou's gaze subtly hardened, questioning, "In Western Shu? What is he doing there, is this intelligence truly reliable?"
"His elder sister once worked here on a task, leaving some traces behind. As for the reason..." Li Jisheng sipped his tea and said, "In this world, where can one truly ascertain the reasons?"
Seeing this, Zhong Hou interrogated a few more times, but Li Jisheng was no Grand Informant; he truly knew nothing about it, and willingly deducted some money. Finally, Zhong Hou nodded, seemingly trusting the reputation of Wuyong Building.
Afterwards, he bid farewell and left Wuyong Building, boarded a carriage, and soon stopped deep within an alley.
Another carriage approached.
Zhong Hou jumped off the carriage and respectfully knelt on one knee, "Fengzhu." He bent down close to the thick curtain-draped window, "Li Jisheng insists Western Shu."
A hoarse voice emerged from the carriage, like a dull knife scraping on rusted iron: "For what reason?"
