At midnight, just as Zhou Gu had predicted, the two hundred thousand Jibei soldiers began their march in darkness, bypassing these mountains to approach Nanping City. They didn't stir the peaceful tranquility that enveloped these suburban houses, making no noise.
Fen Ling sat with Ziye atop the hills, watching the Jibei Army, a force that blended into the darkness. Both of them were secretly impressed, while also greatly admiring Zhou Gu's keen foresight. He was spot on in his prediction.
Ziye muttered, "See? Didn't my master predict it accurately?"
"Hmm, my brother-in-law is indeed impressive." Fen Ling thought that he had underestimated Zhou Gu in the past. Yet, his sister was more discerning by recognizing the young master Zhou Gu's worth during their time at Jiangning County.
