"Who goes there?"
Three uninvited guests suddenly appeared in the Rebel Army camp today, despite its protection by heavily armed soldiers.
At the center stood an old man in his fifties. His sun-darkened face was etched with the weariness of years, deep ravines of wrinkles crisscrossing his forehead. A wisp of half-white beard hung from his chin, curling slightly forward. Yet his eyes gleamed brightly, making him seem shrewd and capable without lacking in dignity.
A young man and woman stood to either side of him, both appearing no older than eighteen or nineteen, in the bloom of youth.
The young man on the left had a face like polished jade and a full, broad forehead. He wore brilliant silver brocade, a jade pendant at his waist, and carried a longsword.
The young woman on the right had delicate features. She wore an apricot-red, fitted long dress, her skin white as snow and her long hair cascading like a waterfall. Only, her expression was cold, carrying an air of valiant heroism.
The young man swept his gaze over the loose, undisciplined Rebel Army and said with displeasure, "Such a rabble actually forced my second uncle to use the family messenger to call for aid? An old woman climbing high—she simply can't make it without a helping hand!"
The refined and handsome man had barely opened his mouth when the old man and the young woman beside him both frowned.
The same thought arose in both their hearts. A perfectly good person—why did he have to grow a mouth?
As they spoke, a large number of rebel soldiers surrounded them. Though they seemed numerous and imposing, the three showed not the slightest worry or fear.
The young man stepped forward and shouted, "Where is Guo Yanhai? Tell him to come out