The sound of wind and snow grew heavier, the waning moon hung like a hook.
Chu Zheng's figure blended into the thin mist of the night. Under the effect of the Invisibility Technique, he silently glided across the icy snowfield, approaching the hundred-plus iron cavalry.
As he closed the distance, he could even sense the strong scent of the war horses and the coldness of the frost-laden iron armor.
Nevertheless, these iron cavalry were impeccably disciplined. Aside from the occasional snort of the war horses and the slight clashing of iron armor, not a single person engaged in casual conversation.
A moment later, the dozen armored warriors who forcefully broke into the courtyard gate and barged in emerged in single file.
One of the warriors jogged to the leader in front of the horse, knelt on one knee, and reported in a deep voice:
