The surroundings were pitch-black. Even with Yang Zhengshan's eyesight, far beyond that of ordinary people, he could only make out the area within a few meters. Past ten meters, everything was nothing but vague shadows, impossible to see clearly.
But the sounds of fighting pointed him in the right direction, and he soon arrived at the spot where the battle was taking place.
"My lord!"
Before he could get close, Wei Cen led him into a hidden alley.
"Over there!"
Yang Zhengshan hid in the alley and raised his head, looking toward a nearby rooftop.
He saw two dark figures tangled together, sparks bursting from clashing weapons from time to time. The light was simply too dim; he could not make out the movements of their exchange at all.
"Is that a swordsman?" Yang Zhengshan could vaguely see that one of them was using a long sword.
"Mm. The one using short blades should be Hou Jun, but I don't know who the sword-user is," Wei Cen said in a voice so faint it was almost inaudible.
"Where are your men?" Yang Zhengshan frowned.
"They're all hidden!"
Yang Zhengshan slightly nodded and made no other move, merely observing in silence.
Originally, they had wanted to follow the vine to find the melon and see if they could hook a big fish, but unexpectedly, a Cheng Yaojin had suddenly burst out halfway.
And judging from the situation, this Cheng Yaojin's strength was far above Hou Jun's. He had Hou Jun pinned down completely. Hou Jun tried several times to flee, but failed each time.
But if Hou Jun was taken down by this Cheng Yaojin, wouldn't they have wasted this opportunity for nothing?
Yang Zhengshan furrowed his brows, pondering in his heart whether he should lend Hou Jun a hand.
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