By the time Yan Liqiang returned to Qinghe County, it was already late at night.
Likewise, it was also snowing in Pingxi Prefecture. The gates of Yan Fortress were tightly shut and dark clouds loomed over the city. From afar, only the dangling windproof lanterns at the gates were moving. Although it was late at night, patrolling guards could still be seen walking on top of the walls. In the darkness, only occasional barks could be heard in the distance as they echoed through the silent night.
When Yan Liqiang came to the fortress, he could hear footsteps of the patrolling guards and a deep voice. "BUCK UP NOW!"
"We can't afford to slip up and become butts of the joke while the Young Master is out to cultivate in seclusion! The next shift is in two hours — we'll go back to the barracks and get some drinks to get ourselves warmed up then!"
