Nightfall descended.
The cold wind howled through a forest, shaking branches and leaves, the sound of the forest like thousands of troops galloping ceaselessly through the dark night, causing hearts to tremble with fear.
In truth, there were only a few riders in the forest.
These individuals arrived at dusk, and after arriving, they concealed themselves within the forest. No matter how cold the weather, or how cutting the wind, they did not ignite even a spark until the sun set, and then they emerged at the edge of the forest, led by the robust figure of Yu Wenye.
He stood at the forest's edge, his cold, stern eyes fixed on the distant shadows under the dark sky, a massive form like a crouching tiger lying on the ground.
That was their target this night—Taiyuan City.
