Atop the high city towers of Yingge City, the moon was obscured and the wind was chilly.
The heavy layers of clouds seemed on the verge of collapsing.
The tall figure wearing a mask suddenly appeared behind Zhu Weiwo, and a hoarse voice arose from beneath the mask, "Planning to go to the battlefield in Yong Country?"
The successive chiefs of the Zhuang Country Procuratorate always wore an iron mask, never revealing their true faces to show their impartiality.
Zhu Weiwo did not turn around, still gazing at Mo Country that hid within the night's darkness across from Yingge City.
"I see no reason to stay here."
"His Majesty is taking an unprecedented gamble," the chief said with his hands behind his back, also looking into the distance, "We need to consider not only victory but also defeat. That is the reason you must stay."
Zhu Weiwo shook his head, "The reason the Ember Ending Lance shines is not that it dares not to burn."
