Hong Liangyu did not carry a torch and fumbled his way to the mouth of Living Fish Valley, thinking he should hurry back to his brother and sister-in-law's home, and treat everything that happened tonight as just a dream. Suddenly, he sensed vague figures ahead, torches flickering like dragons, colorful banners shooting up, horses neighing, and Living Fish Valley was surrounded by a watertight siege, in stark contrast to the distant guards of the Xiang Army, who were shouting loudly at each other.
Hong Liangyu had just heard the newcomers shouting phrases like, "The Tianbao Dragon Head himself is here, how can there be any doubt?" Curiosity piqued, he peered through the darkness and saw a grand canopy carriage surrounded by the five-colored banners. Behind the canopy, there was a skinny figure sitting down, too indistinct to make out clearly.
"Hmm?"
The figure seemed to have noticed something and looked up in Hong Liangyu's direction.
