As the cold breeze whipped through the night, Hamon's horse was still riding in full speed, and despite how the cold wind fiercely blew against his face, he did not bother to slow down.
It was already pitch dark in the night, with no moon in sight, but he could see his way clearly. All he could think about was getting home, even his men riding behind could not catch up to his pace.
Hamon's horse was about to ride past a certain area, when his eyes caught sight of some men carrying torches. At first he did not bother with who they were, until he saw their uniforms. He narrowed his eyes and noticed that they were soldiers of the palace. He quickly pulled his horse's reins, and directed the horse towards the place the soldiers were. He saw how they were urgently rushing around with torches, and the fear in his mind surged against his will.
'...it shouldn't be what I am thinking.'
