"Actually, you don't have to go to Qingyang City; you can still eat rice in East Mountain."
Zhou Ping'an paused for a moment and smiled, "The mountain road is difficult to traverse, but I do know some routes and can lend a hand.
Old man, find a few hearty and nimble fellows to cross the mountains ahead of time to deliver this message. If they encounter troops or guards from Dongshan City, just show them this token, and they will send troops to escort you all across the mountain."
As he spoke, Zhou Ping'an took off the Red Jade Pendant from his waist and handed it over.
The old man, half-doubtful, took the pendant and felt its warmth to the touch. Upon closer inspection, he saw a winged flying tiger carved on the jade, majestic to the extreme. It almost seemed like the tiger pattern was about to come alive.
"Thank you, young master, may I ask..."