Meanwhile, under the cover of night's cool breeze, Chen Xi and his men, without any knowledge, brushed past Liu Bei's group who were resting at a farmer's home not far away.
"What's wrong, Zhongkang?" Liu Bei, who was reading under the moonlight, was startled by the surge of authority from Xuu Chu suddenly opening his eyes, interrupting his thoughts. He thus lifted his head and asked curiously.
"A hundred meters away, over a hundred riders passed by this place," Xuu Chu said, frowning. Marching at night wasn't a significant matter, but over a hundred riders was indeed somewhat unusual.
"It's likely our troops in a hurry for some urgent business. The daytime is always stiflingly hot, unbearable, but the night is cool and the moon is bright, a perfect time for marching," Liu Bei reasoned after a brief contemplation. "Did they stop?"