"Creak, creak."
In the alley paved with bluish-grey bricks, Wei Xianzong's military boots halted on the snow as he looked up, squinting his eyes upwards.
Today was cloudy, and the sky was pinched into a "line of sky" by the high walls on both sides.
Under the clear gray clouds, nothing appeared unusual. Wei Xianzong silently withdrew his gaze, his right hand, which was subconsciously placed on the hilt of his sword, relaxing.
He continued to walk forward.
Shortly thereafter, after turning out of the alley, he arrived at a crossroads. Here, soldiers of the court stood guard with spears. Seeing him approach, they hurriedly saluted, "General!"
The former Qingzhou Commander, now the General Wei Xianzong, responded with a sound of acknowledgment, his fierce gaze sweeping over his well-uniformed subordinates, asking, "Any abnormalities?"
"No abnormalities!"
"Continue to stand guard, don't let your guard down!"
Wei Xianzong said.
