Stream Village was not large.
But tonight, the fires burned three times as bright.
With the patrols outside, Stream Village's reconnaissance range was five times what it used to be.
'Stream Village must have learned about the situation in town, so they've arranged patrols to avoid being ambushed by the resistance army.'
Zhao Chi approached cautiously.
He was stopped outside the village.
"Halt! Who goes there!"
"It's me, Uncle Liu."
"Oh… Zhao Chi, what happened to you? Get in, quick. You didn't have anyone following you, did you?"
"No, I was very careful."
"Good. Hurry into the village. Your family is on patrol in the southeast."
"Got it. Thanks, Uncle Liu."
Zhao Chi wanted to return directly to his territory.
But in the end, he went to the clan's public house first.
The public house was also brightly lit.
They were using nearly five times the usual number of torches, making the air smoky and acrid.
Many people were standing in the courtyard.
