Night fell.
The sky in Dingzhou grew dark earlier than in Ling Province. Before the first watch of the night, it was already pitch-black.
In Yuquan Mansion, most people stayed in their rooms, save for the patrolling guards.
After all, no one wanted to be outside in the biting cold wind.
The sounds of soldiers roughhousing could be heard from time to time within the city.
In the southern part of Yuquan Mansion, there was a large slum. The soldiers in the city were naturally unwilling to live there. Compared to the brightly lit eastern district, this area was far more desolate.
In a deserted courtyard, a stone slab in the center trembled slightly.
Finally, it was lifted by a pair of large, silver-armored hands.
A Pangolin tunneled out from underground. As soon as it appeared, figures emerged one after another from the hole.
"Goddamn it, we're finally out."
