After a night's rest, he felt refreshed and invigorated.
Bai Mo woke up with a backlog of ideas waiting to be implemented. But before he could decide where to start, someone came to his door.
A disciple from the Foreign Affairs Hall arrived, all smiles.
"Junior Brother, what elegant taste. Mi Mountain is finally starting to look lively!"
Bai Mo was initially surprised by the disciple's perfectly timed visit.
Then he remembered that Shang Wunian and the others had likely reported to the Foreign Affairs Hall, and it all made sense.
"I was just tidying up in my spare time."
"Senior Brother, what brings you here?"
The disciple took out a document from the Foreign Affairs Hall and asked Bai Mo to read it.
"The sect is about to issue a wartime order. I've come to ask if you have any difficulties, Junior Brother."
Bai Mo froze for a moment upon hearing this.
The description of the wartime order from the Black Prison's handbook surfaced in his mind.
