"The Ningxia stronghold is built against the mountain, with three sentry posts and twelve hidden stakes."
Xie Wenying's eyes gleamed like electricity as he lowered his voice, "The change of shift at eleven forty-five tonight is the perfect opportunity."
Shi Feiyang nodded slightly, his robe fluttering as he employed the supreme lightness technique "Deep Concealment of Body and Name," transforming into a fleeting shadow that skimmed across the ground swiftly.
The rest followed closely, like silent phantoms sailing through the night sky, their toes touching the withered grass without making a sound.
Just as they stepped into the range of the stronghold, a black shadow suddenly leapt down from a watchtower.
The patrol disciple wielded a black flag, his eyes sharp as an eagle's. Upon catching sight of the group, his pupils narrowed instantly, and he was about to shout a warning.
