Yang Ping
Éditeur: EndlessFantasy Translation
Liu Yunxin turned to look at Chu Li.
Chu Li spoke, "Let's head inside."
Liu Yunxin said, "Junior Brother Zhao, if you want to come out again after you've entered, you can only gain merits until you become a centurion."
"Understood," Chu Li replied.
Noticing how calm he was, Liu Yunxin knew it was useless to say too much. She then approached the entrance gracefully and showed her iron tag to a soldier. After the soldier scrutinized it, he passed it to his comrade.
After four soldiers had checked the tag, they took two steps back to make way for Chu Li and Liu Yunxin's entrance.
A soldier ordered in a deep voice, "Follow me!"
With him leading the way, the three of them entered the military encampment.
As soon as they stepped inside the encampment, they were surrounded by large, spacious tents that were arranged neatly and evenly spaced. The spaces between each tent were wide enough for horses to gallop around.