After the black carriage left Linquan Village, it took another shortcut back to Qingzhou City. Along the way, however, the people the State Preceptor sent out were already keeping their eye on Linquan Village and Baishui Town in secret.
In the middle of the night, a white carrier pigeon flew into the attached mansion. Zhu Shen caught the carrier pigeon with one hand and pulled out the small mailbox from its leg that contained a small note.
After Zhu Shen read the note, he hurriedly went to the entrance of the reception parlor and opened the door.
It was late into the night but there was still a bright light in the reception parlor. There was a man dressed in black sitting on the arhat couch, his body radiating vigor. He was drinking tea calmly while holding a scroll in his hand, reading something.
Zhu Shen pushed open the door and entered, then closed it behind him to prevent the cold wind from blowing in.