Slumping into a chair, Tuluo Cheng gripped the cup tightly and muttered, "There are no gods in this world. Those cunning people must have tampered with the incense sticks. I will try again tomorrow and expose their scheme!"
Having made up his mind, Tuluo Cheng slowly calmed down. Realizing he was drenched in sweat, he felt ashamed of his weak mentality and slammed the table in frustration.
While Tuluo Cheng fumed in shame and doubt, the city slowly fell into slumber as the moon rose higher into the night sky.
In the middle of the night, a group of people dressed in black, their faces covered with black cloth, quietly left the inn.
After their shadows disappeared into the darkness, the elite soldiers of the Feng Army exchanged looks. One of them nodded and then whistled.
Phwi~!
A second later, another whistle echoed through the night.
Phwi~ wiitt~!
Upon receiving the signal, the elite soldiers stood motionless, as if nothing had happened.
