Shen Yanchuan raised an eyebrow slightly. "What do you mean?"
Lian Zhou paused, then lowered his voice. "When I watched them walk, their posture was ramrod straight and their steps were light. They looked like... men from a military camp!"
Shen Yanchuan's gaze sharpened, a cold glint in his eyes. "Are you certain?"
"I'm almost certain," Lian Zhou said, his tone firm.
He had come from the army himself, so he was intimately familiar with such things. He would never misjudge it.
"Though they wore short tunics and were dressed like commoners, appearing no different from ordinary folk at first glance, you could still see the difference in the details."
Men trained in a military camp all carry the unique habits of a soldier, more or less. No matter how well they disguise it, some fundamental traits are not so easily changed.
Shen Yanchuan lowered his gaze, lost in thought.
