Bab 179: Chapter 179

The outside was unusually cold. The northern winds scooped up the snow, blowing at the torches lighted up with pine oil. AhJing stood by the door of the tent. The servants to his left and right remained quiet upon seeing him, choosing to perform a simple salutation. A sense of discomfort brewed within AhJing's heart. He no longer recognized any of Yan Xun's guards presently; his title, the leader of the guards, was quickly becoming a blank title. After an unknown amount of time, AhJing could no longer stand the cold. He jumped about, trying to shake the cold off, and rubbed his hands continuously. Suddenly, he saw the curtains move. The young general was dressed in blue, and he walked out of the tent slowly.

"Cough… spit!" AhJing coughed deliberately and spat a mouthful of phlegm out, which landed on the general's boots.