"Is there any message in the brocade pouch?"
"No message."
Zhu Huai'an quietly put away the silk cloth, a hint of almost undetectable tremor in his calm tone.
"Uncle, before heading to the Northern Territory, I want to visit Linhe to see some old friends..."
...
On this day, the streets of Underground Street suddenly featured a character with a celebratory demeanor.
The person wore a big-sleeved maroon silk robe, a small melon skin cap on his head, and carried a birdcage in his hand. But instead of a bird, the cage held a completely white rooster without a single speck of other color.
"Second Master, take it easy today, don't scare that little cat silly!"
The person called Second Master held the little white rooster in one hand, and two 'lion heads' in the other, spitting as he spoke:
"Nonsense! Would your Second Master do something like that?"
