Zhang Jian's gaze swept around this small temple, but the dozen or so strong soldiers by the fire were not disturbed; even the two strong ones on night watch were unaware.
"Did you hear any sound?"
Zhang Jian immediately asked directly.
The two strong soldiers hurriedly stood up upon hearing Zhang Jian's voice.
"Young Master, what sound?"
One of the young strong soldiers seemed surprised; he was the young soldier who had been bickering with Hu Shan earlier, and Zhang Jian remembered others calling him Xiaoxie.
Seeing the other soldiers awaken in surprise, Zhang Jian frowned and waved his hand, feeling somewhat strange.
That sharp phoenix cry, he heard it clearly, it couldn't be fake.
Zhang Jian recalled the story Zhang Yi had mentioned.
