The sun was rising high, brightening the sky with its glow.
Chen Mo munched on a flatbread stuffed with meat, strolling toward Huai Zhen Fang at a leisure pace, just like an old gentleman taking a morning walk.
Clip-clop, clip-clop—
The sound of horse hooves came from behind, followed by a clear, feminine voice:
"Mr. Chen."
Chen Mo turned around to look, seeing several government officers on horseback arriving, led by Lin Jingzhu.
Dressed in white martial attire with a dark blue short cloak over it, she looked valiant and capable.
Approaching Chen Mo's side, she reined in her horse, dismounted, and smilingly said, "What a coincidence to meet you here again."
Chen Mo nodded, "Catcher Lin, how are your injuries?"
Lin Jingzhu waved her hand dismissively, "Just some superficial wounds, nothing serious."
Knowing her special constitution, Chen Mo didn't inquire further.
