Chapter 11: A Gathering

Late in the night, Xu Qing sped through the camp like a cat, nimble and silent. Occasionally, he reached up and clamped his hand over his mouth to prevent himself from coughing. At first, it didn’t hurt much. But as he continued to force himself not to cough, his lungs began to burn, and his face turned pale white. Thankfully, the camp wasn’t very large, and it didn’t take long to reach Sergeant Thunder’s courtyard, and his own cabin. Instead of rushing inside, he stood a short...