As the distance between He Liang and the group of guards began to widen, a sliver of suspicion started to creep into his mind regarding the motives of the guard who was leading him away.
Earlier, this very guard had assured him that he simply desired to engage in a private conversation, which necessitated them to be out of the earshot of the other guards. However, they had already left that area far behind, and yet, the guard had not disclosed the reason for this solitary journey.
A sudden thought flashed through He Liang's mind, causing a chill to run down his spine. Could it be that he was intentionally being led out of the visual range of the guards? This sudden realization pushed He Liang's instincts into high gear. His hand instinctively sought the handle of his sword, but as if sensing his thoughts, the guard, Tao Liu, abruptly turned to face him, an unsettlingly wicked smile curling his lips.
