Night fell. Hai Hour had just begun.
Shangyu County, Listening to the Wind Courtyard.
Guan Feng stood at the entrance to the inner hall with his hands behind his back, staring blankly into the city.
For Shangyu County, this was destined to be a sleepless night. The clatter of warhorses on blue-stone streets filled the thoroughfares. Torches lit the ancient city bright as day, and column after column of soldiers entered through all four gates amid unceasing shouts. It was a scene of imminent disaster.
Yet this bustling, tense atmosphere seemed to have nothing to do with Guan Feng.
He was a guest here, and an outsider.
Military secrets, troop deployments, how to defend against Little Prince Huai's army-none of these were matters in which he had any say.
This Listening to the Wind Courtyard was the temporary residence Han Chan had arranged for Guan Feng. It was secluded and elegant, with servants assigned to attend him.
Honestly, this was exceptionally generous treatment for a traitor. Calling him an honored guest would not have been an exaggeration. After all, Han Chan himself lived in a courtyard much like this.
Deep down, Guan Feng sincerely felt that Han Chan treated him well. He was a reliable partner, even a friend and confidant. Just earlier, in the inner hall of the Prefectural Yamen, someone had proposed that Guan Feng lead a group of supernatural ability users out of the city before dawn tomorrow, accompanying twenty thousand ambush troops to attack Little Prince Huai's army from both flanks.
Clearly, this was practically a suicide mission. Whether twenty thousand men could successfully ambush eighty thousand was hard to say. What was certain, however, was that the moment Guan Feng appeared outside the city, Little Prince Huai's first order would be to tear him to