Paper Slip

With less than an hour to go before the midnight election, the kings who had entered the camp not long ago were busy wooing the forces of their own tribe while the twelve generals were back in their tents resting. They had done everything they could and only needed to wait for the final result.

Shangguan Ru looked at the tents for a while before retreating into the darkness, whispering in a low voice. "You see, there are no traps."

She had spent too short a time observing and even if there was a trap, she wouldn't have found it. Without uttering a sound, Gu Shenwei quickly moved to another hidden position and continued observing the camp.