Chen Ji sat on the ground weaving straw sandals.
By the second time, he became much more skillful, no longer making the laughable mistake of revealing half a sole.
The evening drum at Chongli Pass sounded, accompanied by the clanging of metal.
On the towering and majestic gate tower, infantrymen struck the long narrow chime, emitting a clear and deadly hum that echoed several miles away.
North of the gate tower was the semi-circular parapet city, and the North Gate closed along with the Peace Gate; Mr. Hong, who went out to find Zhang Baishi, had not yet returned, but Chongli Pass would not wait.
At this moment, Zhang Tonggou stopped his jesting, growing increasingly solemn.
Chen Ji looked around; others were doing the same.
He curiously asked, "What's wrong?"
