The pitch-black darkness was like an unlimited pool of ink. The only exception was the moonlight shining down on the ground.
Jiang Pengji's soldiers and officers had left under the cover of darkness. Yang Jian's side had taken similar action.
All the other lords and their men were still busy immersing themselves in corporal pleasure as if they were honoring the established tradition of the new alliance. At night, the whole alliance acted like there had not been any fiery arguments during the day.
Before she left, Jiang Pengji let Liu She know about the plan so he could cover for them in case someone found out that two camps had somehow evacuated.
"It's so cold and dark, yet Yang Jian's men still insisted on fighting against the current of the river..."