Chen Ji slipped into Shangjing City through Yanxing Gate, walking with his head lowered under the eaves.
This was his first time entering a Jing Dynasty city. From the corner of his eye he glanced at the watchtowers and Wu Hou that Zhang Xia had mentioned: on top of the watchtowers stood sentries ready at any time to draw their bows, while beneath them were Wu Hou's Shops monitoring the streets.
The lines of sight between these watchtowers intertwined, even denser than those in Baidadan City. Once any sign of the enemy was discovered, they would immediately beat the drums and hang lanterns as signals, sealing off the entire city.
Chen Ji drew in a deep breath and walked down the street with a calm expression, casually taking out the item Old Ears had just stuffed into his hand—a travel permit.
