Just a few hours earlier, Yin Kuang had still been complaining and cursing the Headmaster in his heart, blaming him for dumping them in some godforsaken mountain backwater. Yet afterward, not only had he run into Zhang Fei, Third Master Zhang, and Zhao Yun, Zhao Zilong, but they had even tied him up. And now, he had encountered acquaintances again—quite a few of them, at that. Wasn't this world just too small?
Who were these acquaintances? There was Ge Wei, the big-breasted female knight, and the squad she led. There were also Tan Shengge, Beidao, and several other members of Class 1207.
Like Yin Kuang, they had also been stunned for a moment upon seeing him, before their expressions turned varied. The big-breasted female knight could not forget Yin Kuang's face, so her expression darkened like stagnant water. Tan Shengge and the others, however, smiled, clearly marveling at how small the world was.
By then, night had fallen. Torches had been lit throughout the military camp, their scattered points of light glittering amid the torrential rain. The silent camp felt exceedingly grim and murderous. The prison, however, received no such treatment. The makeshift wooden prison stood exposed beneath the downpour, freely enduring the rain's relentless washing. Besides Yin Kuang, Tan Shengge, Ge Wei, and the others, there were many more people inside, all curled up or lying flat on the ground, utterly lifeless.
Yin Kuang and the others walked over to Tan Shengge's group. Yin Kuang smiled and asked, "How did you get caught too?" Tan Shengge said, "Who would've thought we'd end up as fellow drifters in the same miserable plight? Sigh, don't even mention it. We were dressed strangely, so Zhao Yun took us in as suspicious characters. You know it was Zhao Yun, so we simply didn't