When Cheng Zongyang emerged from the cave, the bright moon was already high in the sky.
He gazed at the flawless, pristine moon, his mind churning with a thousand thoughts.
He needed to properly digest the vast amount of information he had learned from the six men and adjust his plans accordingly.
Suppressing his thoughts, he took a torch and descended the mountain.
There were two night patrol teams that took turns patrolling the entire village.
When the patrol members saw a torch coming down from the mountain, they hurried over.
The night patrol captain was a Martial Artist. If a beast from the Inner Mountain happened to enter the village, they would be able to handle it.
"Young Clan Leader!" Seeing that it was Cheng Zongyang, the patrol captain, Zhang Changjiang, quickly clasped his hands in respect.
"Zhang Changjiang?" Cheng Zongyang recognized him and asked with a smile, "Is it your turn for the night shift?"
