Zheng Xiu smiled faintly.
It was an intriguing smile.
To onlookers, it seemed to carry a hint of tacit agreement.
But the investigation into the Hundred Ghosts March was a matter few knew about, even within the Disaster Prevention Bureau.
Huo Huo and Shen Shizong, of course, were unaware. 'How could there be such a coincidence in this world?' they wondered. 'The Red King had already placed someone on the very path they were to take north.'
'But what's the use of arranging for just one person?'
Zheng Xiu stared at the ancient map and chuckled, brushing the matter aside.
In his mind, however, he kept turning over the conditions for the appearance of the Hundred Ghosts March.
'A full moon, heavy snow, the Zheng Clan Banner, that mountain, the battle from twenty years ago...'
"General Huo, do you happen to know the route my father's army took north over twenty years ago?"
"Heh! How could I not know about that?"
Huo Huo scoffed.
