Ye Siming rode a horse and led his two elite troops to shuttle through the rain along the mountain path with the city patrols and their troops.
The horses' hooves splashed across the puddles, the rain fluttered, and the mountain was misty.
The city patrols first brought Ye Siming to a higher peak in the mountains.
The soldiers got off their horses. The place was very dark like cold dark clouds.
The rainy wind blew over, and Ye Siming's robe fluttered. Under his jade headgear, the youth's eyes were calm.
Like a wolf, he examined the continuous mountain range under his feet with a cold gaze.
"Marquis, this is the place where we first discovered traces of suspicious people." The city patrol pointed at a short forest on the opposite side of the mountain.
"They are dressed like ordinary woodcutters, farmers, and hunters, but they don't have the corresponding equipment on them."
