Flickering lights appeared ahead.
A group armed with crossbows emerged from the darkness.
As soon as Bai Zheng got a clear look at the crossbows in their hands, his expression turned grim. "We're from Cyan Stone Castle. We're partners. We mean no harm."
The strangers surrounding them said nothing, their crossbows still raised.
A clamor arose from the men behind Bai Zheng. They were all hardened veterans from the border Dock Fortresses and knew just how terrifyingly lethal crossbow arrows were. Especially at close range with no cover, if the other side decided to kill them, they would be turned into human pincushions in an instant.
"Drop your weapons," a voice called out from the perimeter.
The group surrounding the men from Cyan Stone Castle parted, and a young man with shoulder-length black hair walked out from among them.
Bai Zheng's attention was immediately drawn to the silver long spear in the man's hands.
