"Alright, you go rest first." Yang Ruxin waved her hand, but her heart felt incredibly heavy. Before she came to Beijing, Yong Cang had just taken a batch of Divine Sauce from her, along with a consignment of medicinal wine, both personally sent off by Old Bai onto the ship bound for Wa Country. Even if everything went smoothly, the sea voyage alone would take two months, and the round trip would take at least two and a half months. If they encountered storms or currents, it would take even longer. But now, Yong Cang was in Haijin City, which meant only one thing—Yong Cang was lying to her.
A lie might be well-intentioned at times, but from a Wa Country native, Yang Ruxin found it hard to believe it was well-meaning. Suddenly feeling her hair stand on end, she quickly wrote a letter and summoned Xiaohei: "Quick, take this back to Shangguan Fei immediately."
Noticing Yang Ruxin's urgency, Xiaohei swiftly soared into the clouds; day or night, they made no difference to him.
