Chapter 85: Sharpening the Knife

Leaving the tavern just as the rain stopped, Zhao Changhe's mood had improved a bit, and seeing his beloved horse had eaten contently with no unfortunate incidents like horse theft, he felt even better.

He thought about it and of course, no one would dare steal his horse, not when he was carrying such a terrifying knife on his back...

Zhao Changhe rewarded the server a piece of broken silver, was about to step up to mount, then suddenly remembered something, and put his foot back down, bending over to meticulously inspect the stirrups and saddle for any foreign objects.

Having grown too comfortable in the Cui Family, he'd nearly forgotten these precautions.

Finding nothing amiss, Zhao Changhe sighed in relief and mounted the horse.

The middle-aged man from the Demon Suppression Department who had been standing at the entrance watching him showed a look of appreciation and handed over a sheet of paper, "This is information on Han Wubing."