East Yue Mountain Range, Fengye Ridge.
In the autumn mountains, the mist lingered, and the hills were ablaze with fiery red maples.
A large number of Qinzhou garrison forces were ambushed in key positions throughout the mountains, occasionally glancing into the woods, waiting quietly.
A mountain fort was hidden among the ridges, guarded strictly with posts every five steps and sentries every ten steps.
In the afternoon, after guarding near the mountain fort for half a day, He Buning and his party suddenly felt a chilling sensation, and when they turned around, they saw Sang Que in black, carrying a bow and knife, emerging from the mist.
Behind him followed Qin Ze, soaking wet and dressed like a Corpse Recovery Man with a bamboo hat, and Xia Chan, holding wild fruits with a black cat on her shoulder.
"Why did you bring her here?"
Upon suddenly seeing Xia Chan, He Buning looked displeased and questioned Sang Que.
