Half a month later, around noon.
It was still that tavern, and Chen Ming was still disguised as a blue-clothed swordsman, sitting there enjoying his drink, when before long, he saw Zhao Xiyan, dressed in a red dress, come upstairs.
She was still wearing a hat with a veil to avoid being recognized.
She spotted Chen Ming at once and sat on the stool opposite him.
Chen Ming poured her a cup of wine, saying, "Thank you for your hard work."
"Fortunately, I did not fail the mission. The message has been successfully delivered." Zhao Xiyan took out an envelope from her bosom and handed it over, saying, "This is the reply."
Chen Ming tore it open and saw that there was only one word, "Good!"
The word was as if iron had etched a silver hook, and it seemed like the Sword Intent was about to leap off the paper.
He put the letter away again and asked, "Did you not encounter any trouble on the way?"
