Fang Zhen didn't have to wait long in the forest before he saw an army slowly marching toward his position in the distance.
He raised his binoculars for a closer look. It was Mage Mansa, Agatha, Finn, and Tahar, leading the soldiers.
A smile touched the corners of Fang Zhen's mouth.
He was quite curious to see what Mansa would say after seeing these military supplies.
In less than half an hour, Mansa and the others led the army to Fang Zhen's location in the forest.
By now, Fang Zhen had already dismounted. He was seated in a folding wooden chair next to a portable tea table, his back against a large tree, looking for all the world like he was leisurely enjoying some tea.
Seeing Mansa and the others arrive, Fang Zhen gave them a leisurely nod and raised his teacup in a toast.
"You're a little late. I didn't prepare any refreshments for you," Fang Zhen said in a relaxed tone.
