They hadn't walked far when Lu Yangrong stopped in his tracks.
There were two people lying on the street not far ahead. Motionless, their faces could not be seen.
One of them was holding a gong in his hand while the other had a tool. From the looks of it, they were probably the night watchmen of Linfeng City.
However, why would they be here since night had yet to truly arrive?
Why were they sprawled on the ground as well?
"Hey, night watchmen. Are you guys dead or alive?" Lu Yangrong grabbed his flying sword. He did not rush forward and merely asked on the spot.
Guan Jin scoffed coldly at the side, "What could be up with an ancient city full of mortals to deserve such caution from us?"
Even though he said that, Guan Jin clasped a protective talisman in his hand. Heading forth, he flipped one of them over.
"Ah!"
Guan Jin exclaimed and stumbled a couple of steps back.
