C703 In the Relay Station
Dawn broke over the grasslands.
Zhao Dong had enjoyed a restful night's sleep, and the other townsfolk had slept even more soundly. They praised Zhao Dong as a saint behind his back, grateful for the roasted meat he had generously given each of them. Some were so moved they were nearly in tears.
However, their peace was short-lived as a fierce wind began to sweep across the plains