There was an awkward silence in the tent. Tong Li stood there a little at a loss, pretending to be strong, not knowing what to do. Jun Xu, on the other hand, did not show any emotion at all, as if he were dead.
For a full incense stick’s time, Jun Xu sat up, took the sachet into his arms, and without saying a word, went over to the bed, pulled off the quilt, wrapped himself up, and went to sleep.
Tong Li was a little annoyed, but he didn’t do anything and walked over to the chair, where he sat for the rest of the night.
The group secretly withdrew from the tent, waiting for the expected pursuit. The quiet before the commotion made their muscles tremble and their nerves taut. Tong Li angrily stared at Jun Xu and yelled in a low voice
‘Where’s your armor? ! Are you looking for death!?’
Jun Xu was dressed in a black robe with wide, arrow-shaped sleeves embroidered with a four-clawed silver dragon, which gleamed menacingly in the faint firelight. Bent over, Junxu glanced at him, speechless, and quickly moved forward. Tong Li was furious, and just as he was about to grab her and pull her back, he accidentally bumped into a weapon next to him, causing a loud noise in the silent barracks.
Immediately, a sentry shouted
‘Who? !’
The sound of shuffling infantry became denser. Tong Li gritted his teeth and decisively waved his hand
“Retreat! Hurry!’