One-eyed Uncle, who belonged to the same group, had gone to a meeting with his elder apprentice, and had not noticed Li Wenli's departure.
Moreover, since the Fool and Bai Junjun were always by the cart and complied with the guard rules, other patrols from the Elite Troop did not notice the shortage of personnel.
Thus, Li Wenli moved as swiftly as the wind, and hurried back to the guard post where they had rested.
By then, the sentinel station was deep in slumber. Silently, like a specter, Li Wenli skirted past one tent after another.
Finally, in a large tent, he found the squad leader and his confidants.
"Ah, found them,"
Li Wenli slightly curled his lips and raised his hand to throw the Wind Blade.
At that moment, as those men were still in their dreams, they suddenly felt a gust of wind and frantically opened their eyes. Outside the tent stood a lean young man; bathed in moonlight, his eyes shone as if belonging to a soul-devouring Mountain Goblin.
"Who…"