"Senior brother, they have replied,"
"Hmm,"
Upon seeing this, Zhao Rong and the others immediately felt their way down the mountain path.
The large troop at the base of the mountain also took advantage of the night to approach two rows of thatched wooden houses on Manyang Mountain.
...
In a tall thatched wooden house, Yin Daming, the leader of the Blue Banner, was sound asleep, bare-chested, under the faint candlelight, the bedpost's golden-ring broadsword reflecting strands of light.
Next to him, a heavily made-up woman in scant clothing, her shoulders exposed.
Suddenly, a strange noise came from outside.
Yin Daming and the woman opened their eyes one after the other.
One reached for the broadsword, the other for a whip.
This was almost an instinctual reaction.
Under the candlelight, one could also see whip marks on Yin's back.
"What was that noise?"
The two were still a bit groggy.
"Ah~!"
A neighboring shriek of agony completely dispelled their drowsiness!