The night was dark and thick, and heavy clouds were accumulating from all over and compressed in a thick pillar. Their union overshadowed the sky from horizon to horizon.
Lifting one's head, it looked like an overturned black pot covering the earth. The strong winds blew across the grasslands, bringing with it a mild scent of soil that came in waves. Some days before, it had rained. The uneven soil accumulated so much water that it oozed out and failed to evaporate.
"Report! Traces of an army ahead, which is suspected to be our enemy."
A few scouts came consecutively to report, and Meng Hun's face turned somber having received them. Off to one side, Li Yun's eyes were sharp. "Have our tracks been discovered?"
Meng Hun frowned, and said with a sneer, "It might not be that we have been discovered. Perhaps the enemies have other plans. Continue to scout!"