Twin Dragon Fort stood as one round and one square structure, facing each other and mutually guarding one another. They seemed both separate and connected, subtly embodying the notion of a round sky and square earth.
Meng Qingshan pressed his lips tightly together. Through the sparse trees, he could vaguely make out the outline of the fortress shrouded in darkness.
Perhaps Yang Junjie was away, but the defenses around Twin Dragon Fort were exceptionally tight. Guards carrying torches were patrolling the surroundings.
As the sound of approaching hooves drew near, the silence around Twin Dragon Fort was completely shattered.
"Who goes there? This is Twin Dragon—"
Before he could finish, a thick iron cudgel shot through the night like a javelin. With a bang, it struck the guard squarely in the chest.
The guard vomited blood and collapsed.
The guards nearby watched as the iron cudgel pierced their companion and pinned him firmly to the ground. Their souls nearly left their bodies. They had no time to worry about their companion's life or death and retreated nearly ten paces in a row.
Immediately afterward, they thrust their torches forward, their eyes locked onto the direction from which the sound in the shadows had come.
Under the moonlight, a tall figure riding a horse came charging toward them and finally entered their view.
As the figure rapidly approached, the guards tightened their grips on their weapons and nervously awaited the coming impact.
"Prepare to meet the enemy!" A guard who appeared to be the leader shouted through his fear, trying to steady the others.
However, when the mounted man reached the guard's corpse, he suddenly pulled on the reins.
The horse let out a long neigh and raised its forelegs high, as if it were about to tear the moonlight apart.