Dawn was just breaking, the sun having barely peeked half its face over the horizon, and the roosters had yet to crow. The entirety of Hutou City was still enveloped in a cold fog.
The stone steps felt chilling.
Blind Bei knelt on one knee at the front.
Behind him, in order, were Liang Cheng, A Ming, Xue Three, and Fanli.
The five of them knelt there neatly on one knee.
At this moment, Zheng Fan, who had been sleeping in his room, groggily opened his eyes. As if sensing something, he didn't ring the bell but instead got out of bed and walked to the door.
"My lord, we will depart early this morning so as not to disturb your rest, but we must still pay our respects," Blind Bei said, his voice soft.
As he finished speaking, Blind Bei and the four men kneeling behind him on the steps all bowed their heads.
"We wish you good health, my lord!"
Once their respects were paid, they all rose and departed together.
