Imperial Capital, Anding Gate, dusk.
The soldiers of the Five Cities Military Department guarding the city caught sight of the dust rising on the official road. Leading the way was a person dressed in a red official robe, wearing a black flared-corner futou.
Behind him were the Yulin Army, clad in glaring silver armor.
Some infantry stood with halberds in hand, filled with suspicion: "Didn't the documents from Honglu Temple say they were supposed to come through Desheng Gate? Why are they heading for our Anding Gate?"
The Vice General guarding the city was also perplexed: "Something must have gone wrong."
The infantry asked in a low voice, "Should we stop them?"
The Vice General, expressionless, replied: "Last time, we couldn't stop him even when he came alone. Now he's returned with over a hundred men and a title. Do you think you can stop him? Then you go and stop him."
The infantry shrank back: "I can't stop him either."
