Duan Rong stood like a tireless machine, standing until midnight.
But tonight, he had just stood for about an hour when suddenly someone called him.
"Duan Rong, disperse your energy!"
Duan Rong found the voice familiar, but for a moment, he couldn't recall who it was.
Duan Rong frowned slightly, exhaled the white breath from his mouth into the sky, and then looked around.
Not far away, the lantern hanging under the eaves cast a dim light, and in this half-light, Duan Rong recognized the face.
"It's Escort Master Zhao Mu!"
Duan Rong's face lit up slightly with joy. After all, Zhao Mu had taught him for three months and had a good nature.
Duan Rong hadn't recognized Zhao Mu's voice immediately because Zhao Mu spoke with a deepened tone, completely different from his usual cheerful demeanor.
"Is this Duan Rong?"
A deep voice suddenly spoke from behind Zhao Mu.
Only then did Duan Rong notice that someone else stood in the sparse shadows of the trees behind Zhao Mu.
