Chapter 190 Book 5 Spy War
The wind howled along the hills marking the border between the Fir Empire and Qinglan State, carrying the scent of wild herbs and blood-soaked histories. Beneath the cover of the cloud-heavy dusk, ten riders surged across the plains atop Spers—creatures bred for stealth and speed. Their thick-scaled bodies shimmered dully in the low light, claws raking the earth with every bounding step.
Each rider bore no sigil or color, dressed in gray leathers that blurred with the dust and rock. These were General Xiong Gong's elite—trained not just for war, but for vanishing into enemy lands like whispers in a gale.
"Another hour to the border," murmured the lead spy, a wiry man named Fei Long. His sharp eyes swept the terrain. "No patrols in sight, no signal flares. Strange."
"Quiet," snapped Mei Lin, the youngest among them, crouched low on her Sper's back. "Feel that?"
