In the starry night sky, beneath the bright moonlight, a line of black-clothed figures advanced through the midnight dust. The leading black horse galloped with all its might, followed by a throng of black-clothed figures who left dust in their wake, their pace so fast that not even the dust could catch up with them.
In such a rush through the night, several horses had already died from exhaustion. Now, they were but a shichen's distance from the Zheng Capital. The followers intended to persuade their master to rest before continuing the journey, but they simply couldn't catch up with him.
When they reached the gates of Zheng Capital City, they had already abandoned their horses and, knowing the way well, they scaled the walls at a secluded corner and slipped inside. Someone was waiting for them, hastily preparing fresh mounts. The group set off again, swiftly disappearing into the night.
