When the people of Chang'an City were terrified in the midst of the huge changes in the wind and clouds, Rong Sleeping Crane, who was far away in the Western Frontier, was tumbling down from a steed with a black body and fur as smooth as silk, casually handing over the whip to the attendant beside him, striding towards Le Yangwen who greeted him, "How is it?"

"The pigeon letter that just arrived, all went well with the plan." Le Yang Wen suppressed the joy under his eyes, nodded his ...