At night, Zhang Lin left with one hundred and thirteen people from the North Gate. The Qingxi Army, which was supposed to meet them, had already been waiting for a long time.
The Leader of the Qingxi Army was conversing with Jinhu, and no demeaning incidents occurred.
"Let's go. The issue has been resolved. Temple Master Zeng has arranged five hundred men to escort us to Mount Tai. Next, we can travel under the banner of the Holy Emperor's birthday. No one would dare to rashly hinder us," Jinhu said, having quickly returned.
Upon hearing these words, Zhang Lin breathed a sigh of relief. But before he could speak, Jinhu spoke again.
"Your lives were saved by the Holy Emperor. Ensure the Holy Emperor's birthday is managed properly. If anything goes wrong, don't blame me for being ruthless," he said.
"I know that many of you do not believe in the Holy Emperor. The Holy Emperor is compassionate and will not mind this."
"But we will," Jinhu warned.
