140, Reliable

"Stop."

Near the small town at dusk.

Chen Ji, carrying Bai Li on his back, squatted down, his gaze silently sizing up the surroundings through the gaps in the bushes. The Princely Heir and Zhang Xia squatted behind him, holding their breath and too nervous even to blink.

Moments later, four soldiers with their hands on their waist knives patrolled past some tens of steps away.

The town, much like a military camp, was surrounded by wooden fences over a person's height, with soldiers armed with knives and crossbows on patrol, creating an air of sternness.

Raising private soldiers and wearing bows and crossbows, each of these was a capital offense.

Watching the soldiers walk away, the Princely Heir whispered, "Should we blend in now?"

"Don't move."