The fourth watch of the night.
The sky was still dark, but a fraction brighter than it had been during the third watch. This was the time when people slept most soundly, and when the mountain air was thickest with dampness.
Outside the Demon Stronghold, in the encampment of the Beihua Prefecture army, everyone was sound asleep except for the squads of soldiers making their rounds with torches.
Even Martial Artists needed sufficient sleep to reach their peak combat strength.
Anyone who could go several days without sleep and remain full of vigor would be a superman.
Outside the camp, a black figure blended perfectly with the night.
She moved like a phantom, effortlessly weaving through the camp and avoiding the gazes of the patrolling soldiers. Few in the Ling Province Jianghu possessed such a Body Technique.
After a few breaths, she arrived before a tent. She suppressed her presence to the absolute minimum, her breathing inaudible, her footsteps completely silent.
