The elderly madam looked at the empty courtyard. "Huh? Where is everyone?"
The someone who had been smashed into the wall: "..."
The elderly madam thought she had misheard and dejectedly closed the door again.
A man dressed in black, with white hair, painstakingly pried himself out of the wall. His knees hit the ground, and his face was ashen.
"Wasn't… the compass… already fixed…? Why is it still… so… unlucky…?"
Bang!
The compass broke again.
The man in black with white hair: "...!!"
As the top Commander Guard among the Twelve Guards, his head could be severed, his blood could flow, but his image must not be tarnished.
The man in black and white hair, with a face battered and bruised, planned to climb over the wall and return to his side to regroup and fight another day. However, midway through his climb, he got stuck.
"Huh? Isn't that… Chicken Young Master?"
