Compared to others, Red Flower Camp appeared rather plain, and even rudimentary.
The barricades were ordinary, and the camp's gate was a massive wooden frame. The height of the watchtower was not even half that of the White Jade Camp, and even the army flag flying in the wind had faded, with the stitching on the edges becoming blurred, as if it could fall off at any moment.
However, despite the decrepit camp, the soldiers stood guard diligently at every strategic point, each one performing their duties with zeal and spirit.
Ning Zhuo walked straight towards Red Flower Camp.
All because Iron Crutch Imperial Physician Zhang Zhongyi had cast his lot with the poorest treated, least skilled Red Flower Army.
"Halt! This is a military stronghold. Take one more step, and you'll be cut down!" A cultivator guarding the gate shouted sternly at Ning Zhuo.
Ning Zhuo stopped immediately, smiling to indicate his purpose.
