"Thud."
Yang Ge jumped into the Lu Ting relay station and observed cautiously in a low voice for a moment.
After confirming that he hadn't been spotted by the night-patrolling imperial troops, he bent down his body, like a giant black rat, and stealthily moved toward the courtyard inhabited by that dead eunuch.
The weather was good tonight.
There were clouds, wind, and moonlight.
It was conducive to hiding his form, yet not so dark that he couldn't see the path clearly.
The town was quiet without the clamorous sounds of Jianghu knights calling friends and clinking cups.
Every rustle of wind and movement of grass around him could be clearly heard by Yang Ge.
This was his only chance.
