The night was cool as water, the moonlight streaming down from behind the clouds, illuminating the chilly streets.
At the entrance of the Golden Fortune Inn, the magistrate and others listened blankly to the narration of the Jinyi from Lihua Hall, their expressions varied.
The scholar and Hong Ye silently breathed a sigh of relief, their lips curling into a smile: it finally matched their impression of Junior Guardian Zhao.
The methods were bizarre, the mind meticulous, power needed no explanation.
Prefect Luan Cheng's expression was dazed, his mind blank:
The Zixiao Palace has been destroyed?!
In just two to three hours? Lu Zhengchun captured? This Daoist temple, renowned throughout the Green Forest Martial World of the Coastal Marine Road, was wiped out by that man?!
"Please wait, I..."
The magistrate raised his hand as if to grasp something, but the Jinyi paid him no mind, turning his horse around to leave again.
