Something happened.
At the sound of these three words, Yu Wenye's mind immediately detached itself from the fury, and he sobered up.
He realized that Mu Xian's tone was somewhat urgent and tense.
So he said, "Come in."
Mu Xian lifted the curtain and walked in, the morning light behind him suddenly flooding the pitch-dark tent. He immediately saw the mess—Yu Wenye had overturned the table in front of him, and the maps, oil lamp, and a cup of tea were all spilled on the ground. Mu Xian instinctively stooped to pick them up, but Yu Wenye said, "Let them do it. You tell me what happened."
Mu Xian hurried forward: "Shantong'er is missing."
"What?"
"Just now, General Shen Tu went to call him for practice and found no one in his tent, not even Nie Chong."
"When did they disappear?"
"Neither of their bedding has been touched; it looks like they've been gone all night."
Yu Wenye's brows furrowed.
