Sixty-mile urgent dispatch.
Sprinting all the way.
Riding fresh steeds without replacing the messenger, sometimes replacing both horse and rider. After seven days and nights of relentless travel, they finally arrived.
The two young warriors had been running for a full day and night, panting heavily, yet they dared not pause for rest.
They saw 'Mr. Chen' lower his head, looking down at them.
One of the young warriors retrieved a roll of letter-sized paper from his chest pocket. The small hunting falcon perched on his arm seized it with its claws, soared into the sky, and circled before descending to Chen Jichuan.
Chen Jichuan reached out, and the hunting falcon placed the letter into his hand.
"You've worked hard on the journey."
"Go to the camp first for rest. Fine wine and meat have been prepared, and you can enjoy them once you've recovered."
Holding the letter, Chen Jichuan didn't rush to open it, first addressing the two young warriors.
Sixty-mile urgent dispatch.
