The sky gradually darkened.
A thin mist like a veil enveloped the mountain forest.
Even during the day, the mountain forest outside Lion Valley remained shrouded in a thin mist.
The mist was light during the day, but grew thicker at night.
Lin Zheyu lightly tapped his toes, transforming into a black shadow, swiftly moving through the forest.
He had been keeping watch here for ten days, without any major discoveries.
Almost every day, civilians fell victim to the chaos of war, becoming refugees.
Bandits from Lion Valley came and went each day, continuously bringing refugees into the valley.
In ten days, at least a thousand refugees had been brought in.
Besides the refugees, they somehow transported a large amount of grain and supplies, otherwise it's impossible to support the consumption of all these refugees.
"Should I disguise myself as a refugee and sneak into Lion Valley?"
Lin Zheyu pondered to himself.
