The scout who had gone further away to gather information rushed back on his horse. "General, something is wrong. There are clearly traces of refugees passing by, but I couldn't find a single refugee."
Tang Jinghong lowered his eyes and thought for a moment. He knew that something bad must have happened and his expression turned solemn.
Deputy General Tan Yibin stepped forward. "General, what's going on?"
Tang Jinghong did not answer his question. Instead, he asked, "Do you still remember the man in black from before?"
"I remember." Tan Yibin frowned in confusion. "General, does this have anything to do with that person?"
Tang Jinghong was deep in thought. His expression was cold. "I suspect that the Lord of the Northern Border is behind this."
Tan Yibin's expression changed. "General, you mean that the refugees have been taken away in an organized manner?"
Tang Jinghong nodded. "Yes."
