Zhang San, seeing Wen Ruyu, Baili Chengfeng, and the other three surrounded by a group of burly archers, smiled proudly and looked around.
He realized that he could no longer find the traces of Shang Bufa and the other two.
Of course, if he really wanted to search carefully, he actually could find them since such large targets aren't easy to hide.
However, as Zhang San casually turned his head to look around, he saw not far off a familiar figure in white sitting on a high platform, watching the commotion while sipping tea. He then left his current spot and walked towards the figure.
"I have seen..."
"No need for formalities, just sit down."
Zhang San heard the other person's voice but did not see him speak.
It was the first time Zhang San had encountered such a mysterious method of sound transmission.
And the person who was now pouring himself a bowl of clear tea was none other than the Chief of the Town Martial Office—Li Moxian.
"So Mr. Li also enjoys archery?"