Centurion Luo Zhao, the commander, lived at the far end, close to the cliff, near the checkpoint post.
At this moment, the place with the brightest lights in the camp was where Luo Zhao resided.
Luo Zhao led Lian Yang and his companion northward, through a long corridor, crossing some winding steps, and arrived at the checkpoint set by the court.
Liang Zhi lay on the stone cliff, watching as someone slowly walked out from under that clump of lights in the distance; he waved his hand: "Follow me!"
Around forty people descended swiftly like hawks locked onto their prey.
The two soldiers dispatched by Luo Zhao had just stepped out of the front yard when suddenly several men in black appeared before them. Before they could react, an iron hand choked their throats:
"Where is Luo Zhao?"
The soldiers' legs went weak, desperately squeezing out a few words: "You...are General Liang's... people?"
