The area was pitch-black, and even with Yang Zhenshan's vision surpassing that of an ordinary person, he could only see clearly for a few meters around him. Beyond ten meters, everything was but vague shadows, completely indiscernible.
However, the sounds of combat directed him toward the action, and he soon arrived at the location of the fight.
"Sir!"
Before he could get any closer, Wei Cen had already pulled him into a secluded alley.
"Over there!"
Yang Zhenshan hid in the alley and looked up toward the rooftops not far away.
He saw two shadows entangled with each other, with sparks flying every now and then from the clash of weapons. It was really too dark, and he couldn't make out the movements of their exchange at all.
"Is that a swordsman?" Yang Zhenshan could vaguely make out that one of the figures was wielding a long sword.
"Mm, the one with the short blade should be Hou Jun, but I don't know who that swordsman is," Wei Cen whispered in an almost inaudible voice.
