Deep into the night.
In the profound darkness, the distant mountains were faintly discernible.
The night wind was cold, blowing through the entire Red Flower Camp.
Nearby, the lights of Canglin Immortal City remained brightly lit at night. The orange glow and the laughter and music faintly drifting through the wind accentuated the loneliness and desolation of the military camp.
The wounded soldiers were gathered together.
Mu Lan was inspecting the camp at night and walked into the area where the wounded soldiers were gathered, her face showing anger.
Her Divine Sense detected many wounded soldiers lying on the ground at night, shivering from the cold. Some were curled up, others were moaning in their sleep.
"What is going on? Why isn't the Array activated to warm up the tents?!" Mu Lan glared around and scolded her subordinates using her Divine Sense.
The subordinate quickly reported, "General, our Spirit Stones are running out, we had to make cuts."
