Shao Yimu

Shao Yimu and his companions found an inn to stay the night. It was not the best of inns, but it wasn’t the worst either. The food was decent and the lodgings were okay. He would have preferred something more extravagant, but he was undercover. Drawing attention to himself would not be a good idea.

“Are you sure it was a good idea to let that man leave, Lord Yimu?” asked one of his servants.

They were sitting around a table inside a tavern. Mugs of ale, bowls of rice, and plates of fish covered the table. Shao Yimu twirled the chopsticks in his hand before using them to slice a section of fish. He placed the food in his mouth. It was bland. He preferred the strongly seasoned food from the Ming Province over this.

“Do you doubt my decisions?” asked Shao Yimu.

The man shook his head. “No, but we were told to kill him on sight. Won’t Sect Master Luo Dong be displeased when he learns you let his disciple’s killer go?”