The golden sunlight fell diagonally into a valley.
Illuminating the waterfall during the dry season.
It also lit up a pale finger.
That finger was slowly tapping on the stone table.
The general in purple armor was waiting quietly.
The general was small and his face was not very good-looking. There were even some freckles on his cheeks, but his eyes were filled with the ways of the world, making people not dare to deceive him.
Her eyes were filled with smiles and concentration, making people feel close and willing to talk to her.
This was General Zi of the Revolutionary Army.
Behind General Zi stood an expressionless youth.
The young man lowered his head and stared blankly at the air. No one knew where his mind was wandering.
Behind the two of them were the 16 elites of the Revolutionary Army.
Da ... Clack clack ...
His fingers were tapping, but he suddenly stopped.
Because a black figure was coming from the direction of the canyon.
