Inner City.
Jiang Ning crossed over the rooftops of the Inner City like a gale, and like a bolt of lightning.
He had long since pushed his speed to its limit.
In an instant, he was dozens of zhang away.
In a breath, he covered two hundred zhang.
He looked at the Signal Flares constantly exploding overhead, not daring to slacken in the slightest.
Because as far as he knew, this sort of large Signal Flare launched from a city gate—one bright enough to illuminate the night sky and alarm the entire county city—would only be fired in a situation of utmost urgency.
And the beating of the War Drum made it even clearer that something had happened at the West City Gate.
And it was something major, perhaps a major event like an army attacking the city.
Because the firing of a large Signal Flare and the beating of a War Drum were of the same type as the beacon fires and wolf smoke of his previous life.
Although he could rack his brains until they split and still not understand why a great army would be attacking the West City Gate, causing a large Signal Flare to be fired and the War Drum to be beaten.
But since the War Drum had been beaten, and a large Signal Flare had risen into the sky, then an army attacking the city was extremely likely to be happening.
This made him unable to help thinking of some intelligence he had seen before.
Across the Nine Provinces of Great Xia, starting a few years ago, Rebel Armies had appeared here and there in scattered fashion.
Although they were all quickly exterminated, the Rebel Armies were always like bamboo shoots after the rain, impossible to kill off completely.
One place was exterminated,