Yang Jing made up his mind. He decided he would pull an all-nighter if he had to; he had to break through to Anjin as soon as possible. After all, he still had a pound of bear meat and a pound of tiger meat at home, more than enough to fuel his body for the night.
He took a deep breath and was about to walk to the center of the courtyard to assume his stance when a KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK suddenly sounded from outside the gate.
The night was dark and heavy, and the knocking was exceptionally clear in the quiet market district.
Yang Jing froze, his brow furrowing. 'Who could be looking for me at this hour?'
He immediately grew vigilant. With a grim expression, he walked to the courtyard gate, rested his fingertips on the latch, and peeked through the crack.
