The night was still not over.
After breaking through the blockage of those three men, Jiang Muchan quickly passed through the courtyard and scaled the wall to flee the Vassal King's residence.
Once outside, he felt he had nothing to fear. In the pitch darkness, who could catch him?
Before long, he had escaped several miles away.
Only when he reached an old tree on the outskirts did Jiang Muchan stop to catch his breath.
Under the moonlight, which brightened the ground considerably, Jiang Muchan chose this spot to rest precisely because it offered a wide field of view; he could easily spot anyone approaching from a good distance away.
He had indeed been quite cautious, but alas...
"Young man, tired already?" A suddenly emerging, effeminate voice declared his caution utterly pointless.
At the sound of this voice, Jiang Muchan felt a shiver down his spine.
