Someone quietly whispered spells to protect the ancestors, while another person patted the shoulder of a young man beside him with rough hands, as if entrusting his blessings and fears together.
Wulu closed his eyes, and the cold within him deepened.
He felt the blood-red tide rising inside the cave and heard the ringing steps of youth echo.
His expression was complex as the clan leaders all tacitly agreed, eventually compromising by revealing the information he knew one by one.
Wulu pointed at the crude map spread on the ground, his voice hoarse and cautious: "The Red Tide elite guards the South.
The east gate is the camp of the old nobility's group, the only entrance to the main hall from the north door's perimeter is guarded only by the Fourth Prince's troops, we have insiders there who can open two secret passages."
