The tall and burly figure gradually approaching through the moonlight and darkness imposed a great sense of oppression on the assembled authoritative figures of the Qingtian Bureau.
They had already gathered together, their expressions filled with vigilance and tension.
In their hands, they held various types of magical artifacts.
Or talismans.
With the dim light of the moon, they could barely make out that the approaching figure was roughly human-shaped.
Like a person.
But.
Who could be so towering and formidable?
The Little Banner Officer of the Qingtian Bureau frowned, and he called out to the "uninvited guest," "Qingtian Bureau on duty! Was it this Daoist friend who intervened just now? Please state your name!"
Then, the Little Banner Officer heard the tall and robust figure utter five words.
"Qiulong Temple, Fan Wu."
Qiulong Temple?
Fan Wu?
