Nansheng City, the Thousand-Man Commander’s Old Residence.
The night wind blew the dark clouds across the sky, gradually obscuring the bright moon and stars. In the dim night, faint footsteps sounded as the seven friends crept toward the horse shed outside the old residence.
The young Cao Shouyi held a steel saber and crouched beside a pile of fodder. Sweat covered his forehead as he looked at Cloud Sea. "Big brother, have you really thought this through? The company commander has over a thousand soldiers under him, including at least a dozen Fourth- and Fifth-Grade experts, not to mention Yu Fengchun's attendants... If there's an ambush in that courtyard, we're all going to die here."
Through Cloud Sea's eyes, Little Bad King could observe Cao Shouyi's anxious expression at close range, and he could also clearly sense Cloud Sea's emotions. He was nervous and hesitant, seemingly weighing whether this opportunity was worth risking his life for.
Beside them, the black-robed man named Yang Qi had shown no obvious emotional fluctuations from beginning to end. His face was merely a little pale, his lips pressed together slightly as he interjected decisively, "Yu Fengchun is a fugitive Divine Sect personally ordered arrested. His situation is more dangerous than ours, and he's bound to be more anxious. I'll say it again: the informant at the inn never came back to report, so he must be panicking. He doesn't know how many of us have come or what preparations we've made. He'll definitely have the company commander send soldiers to search for us. Only by crushing us here can he get a clear picture of the Imperial Court's movements and his own situation."
"I'd wager... this old residence is undermanned. There definitely isn't an ambush." At this point, he unconsciously gritted his teeth, his