Shang stood in the middle of an encampment.
He could see several tall towers and buildings. There were also plenty of True Mages and warriors stationed on the walls.
The camp blocked a tall but relatively narrow crevice that led towards the northwest.
Right now, the people inside the encampment looked at Shang with complex expressions.
They had gotten information from Duke Whirlwind about what was about to happen, and they had no idea what they should think about this.
Why would this warrior even consider doing something like that?
Right now, Shang's colossal sword was on his back, ready to be unleashed.
He stretched his legs and arms for a bit and made his bones pop all over his body.
A fire of determination could be seen in his right eye, but he was also a bit nervous.
This wouldn't be easy.
After Shang was done, he looked over his right shoulder at a young man.
The two of them shared a knowing look.
