Just outside Anxia Town, near the Qingzhou Military Camp, Jiang Yichun had brought a group of Shadow Guards to lurk in the town.
"My lord, the scouts report that the target will appear in at most half an hour, we have made thorough preparations," said a Shadow Guard disguised as a Quanrong person.
Jiang Yichun's face was grave, as he too had disguised himself to look like a thin, dark-skinned man, his entire demeanor muted significantly, almost as if he were a different person from his usual self.
"No matter what, we must not reveal our identities. If the situation changes, withdraw in time and absolutely cannot leave any loose ends," Jiang Yichun instructed.
They had left the Capital before Yang Tianhua, having made numerous arrangements along the way, and had arrived at Anxia Town three days earlier, putting everything in place.
Jiang Yichun touched the small jade pendant hanging around his neck, his expression softening slightly.
