When Zuo Feng turned back, he happened to see Uncle Tian's smiling face, and his gaze towards him seemed to hold some deeper meaning, which left Zuo Feng slightly bewildered.
Zuo Feng, however, remained calm and pointed to the people inside, asking, "Didn't you say there were fourteen Silver Guards? Why are there fifteen people in there?"
Uncle Tian obviously didn't expect Zuo Feng to ask such a question, he was taken aback at first, then he smiled wryly and said, "One of them is the foster child of the Prefectural Governor of East County, excluding him, there are exactly fourteen Silver Guards."
As Uncle Tian spoke, he gestured towards the courtyard, pointing at the very person Zuo Feng found somewhat familiar before, the burly youth wearing a silver mask.
Upon hearing that the masked burly man was the foster son of the Prefectural Governor, Zuo Feng's interest piqued further, and he couldn't help but stand outside and take a few more glances.
