Lin Zhaoyao looked at the gold medal placed on the carriage, his expression dazed, then reached out with his right hand, grasped it in his palm, and showed an excited expression on his face.
"Thank you, my lord!"
The voice inside the carriage echoed slowly once more.
"No need to thank me. What you did, today has been completely forgotten with the wind. From now on, you are no longer that criminal, but the Mountain Patrol Golden General of Xunyang Prefecture."
Lin Zhaoyao placed the gold medal in his bosom and continued respectfully: "From today onwards, I, Lin Zhaoyao, am the most loyal hound under your command, my lord. Whoever you want me to kill, even if it's my reborn parents, I will never hesitate."
"Save that loyalty talk for another time." The curtain of the carriage gently swayed, seemingly somewhat impatient: "Speed up, hurry and reach Xunyang Prefecture."
Lin Zhaoyao said no more and subsequently quietly waved the long whip.
