It had been a while since Dugu Xian left his room, and during this time, he used his sense of hearing to stay appraised of what was happening on the outside.
He knew that, within his courtyard, there were a total of 15 guards and three handymen. He also knew that three guards would pass by the entrance to his room every 30 minutes. They were heavy footed and their weapons brushed against the steel armor they wore, giving off a sound that made one feel at ease.
What made him feel even more assured, was the Dragon King. The youth seemed to have special insight and he might be able to force the 50000 strong Golden Roc Fort army into retreat. He had no whims of eventually, and utterly, defeating the Supreme King. However, if the Great Snow Mountain army were to become equal with the Golden Roc Fort, then he, as a traitor, would not have to live in fear everyday.