After the rain, the damp streets teemed with a masked crowd, all moving toward the south gate of Taiyuan Prefecture City.
Their expressions were sorrowful and angry. Dozens of leaders formed groups of four, each group shouldering a coffin.
High windows in the buildings lining the streets opened one by one. Residents craned their necks, curiously observing the scene below. Small children quietly asked what these people were doing, only to have their eyes covered as their parents pulled them back.
As the approaching crowd drew nearer, the soldiers guarding the city gate all stood, their expressions astonished. They subconsciously gripped the hilts of their long knives.
CLIP-CLOP, CLIP-CLOP.
The sound of horse hooves grew closer. Sun Er, having hurried over with his men, pulled sharply on the reins, halting abruptly before the city gate. He angrily shouted at the man leading the coffin-carrying procession, "Wu Liang, are you seeking death?"
