In the dead of night, in the scout's military tent, Lin Gu suddenly opened his eyes.
He silently crawled up from the bed, looked back at the people still asleep inside the tent, a glimmer of coldness flashed in his eyes, and after pondering for a moment, his expression gradually calmed down. He shook his head and directly walked out.
From the moment he got up to the time he left, no one, not even the night watchers, noticed him in the entire Imperial Guard Camp.
In the Imperial Guard Camp, the lowest cultivation level was the Grandmaster Realm, with even Yinyang Boundary Martial Artists present, yet not a single person noticed him.
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Deep night, January 5, 1333, New Yu Era
In Lingcang City, Wanyan Lie was holding a wine cup, his brows furrowed in worry.
As the Marquis of Ziquan, one of the twenty-eight Marquises of Great Jin, the standing of Wanyan Liang was undeniably high, but such is human nature, the higher one climbs, the more restless one's heart becomes.
