Sun Xun stared at the small piece of cloth on the table.
The fabric had already been cleaned, but the dark emblem embroidered across it remained clear.
A circle.
Three curved lines surrounding what looked like a broken spear.
He had never seen it before.
"Where exactly did you find this?" He asked.
His subordinate stood several steps away.
"On the inner clothing of one of the undead soldiers, Young Master. It was hidden beneath the armor."
"So it wasn't meant to be seen."
"No."
Sun Xun's brows pulled together.
That made it more important.
The undead soldiers they had encountered before wore mismatched armor and clothing. Some appeared to have once belonged to ordinary soldiers. Others could not be identified at all.
But this—
This was deliberate.
"Did anyone else have the same emblem?"
"We checked every body."
"And?"
"Three more."
Sun Xun's eyes sharpened.
"Only four?"
"Yes."
"Bring me everything they were carrying."
"Immediately."
