He stood up and lifted the curtain of the tent. The night wind from Dianchi Lake carried mist to his face. In the distance, the lights of Duke Qian's Mansion flickered in the night. "Every time I come to Kunming, it inevitably brings bloodshed. I can't risk exposing the sub-branch."
Wu Xiongzhi was about to reply when he suddenly heard a very light rustle of clothes slicing through the air outside the tent.
"Grand Squad Leader!" Xie Wen emerged from the shadows, the falcon on his shoulder fluttering its wings restlessly, clutching a blood-sealed secret message in its claws. "Urgent news from the Capital. The Divine Strategy Camp has secretly dispatched three thousand firearm troops to the south."
As Shi Feiyang took the secret message, the temperature inside the tent plummeted.
The vermilion characters on the letter were still wet, and it bore the seal of Jinyi Guard Commander Xiang Yushan.
