In comparison to the Revolutionary Army encampment, the Imperial Army encampment was much more orderly. Everything was structured and regulated. Even the morale of their troops seemed higher.
Meng Qi, with a black iron mask on, walked through the camp with his back straight. His pace was neither slow nor fast. His black armor emitted crisp collision sounds as he moved, and he looked even colder and more indifferent than ever. No one dared to look at him in the eye or approach and question him.
He had deduced the location of the Master of the Gu Poison Bug from the strand of karma. He had a rough idea of the Master's strength and identity but nothing detailed. He was even more unsure about the path he should be taking. Thus, he dared not storm his way through and made detours around obstacles instead. He would take out "his own token" at checkpoints and coldly say that he had business to attend to.
