Ning Zhihu
North Desert, the inn.
On the third floor, in Zhu Youji's room.
"Is everything settled?" Zhu Youji asked.
Ding Xiu bowed and solemnly replied, "I've taken care of it, Your Highness."
"Tell me, how is the situation at Dragon Gate Tavern?" Zhu Youji wasn't surprised. Even ninth-grade experts would give him some face when it came to the characters he wrote. Besides, Ding Xiu's martial skills were not weak. With seventh-grade proficiency, he naturally couldn't match the three top spies cultivated by Iron-Willed Marquis Zhu Wushi.
However, in the martial world, seventh grade was already considered quite impressive. As Zhu Wushi was his imaginary adversary, Zhu Youji had secretly investigated the situation regarding the three top spies.