The shadow guard who entered belonged to Ming Fucheng. Ming Fucheng would only mobilize his shadow guards for his private, personal matters.
"Gather 10 people immediately and accompany me to the west tower tonight," Ming Fucheng instructed.
"What?!" The shadow guard was alarmed.
The west tower was along the border of Zhanling Empire. They would be headed for their graves if they went there.
They would never send people there when there was no war, let alone now. Zhan Beiye's army was based there. But Ming Fucheng wanted to go with only 10 people?
He looked up at Ming Fucheng and suggested, "Your Highness, that's… that's not a good idea. If you have anything you'd like to do, please instruct me to do it. As for you… I don't think you should go, right?"
"I told you to make the arrangements, so do it. Why are you nagging me?"