On the vast city wall of Qindu, a gray sparrow landed lightly on the top of the wall. Soldiers in armor and armor clattered past it. Below was a dense flow of people, carriages and horses. The sounds of people and horses were constantly chirping, but no one would notice a small sparrow.
Sparrows are everywhere. They are just worthless beasts. What do you think they do?
It folded its wings, and its small black bean-like eyes stared at an open space outside the city wall that was automatically bypassed by the flow of people.
There were two horses there, two good horses, two good horses.
People entering the city couldn't tell the secret, but they could tell that the owners of the two horses were either rich or noble, or both.
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