The chilly wind was sharp, stirring up countless dust.
The entire street above was filled with solemnity and silence.
Countless Brocade Guards had thoroughly encircled the residence. They stared fiercely at the house, waiting for Qian Ning's command to capture the traitor inside.
Qian Ning, along with King Chujiang in disguise and several experts, had been standing several dozen yards from the house's front gate since early on. It was strange that he did not order them to get started immediately.
Step!
Step!
Step!
Suddenly, rhythmic footsteps emanated from within the quiet residence, reaching the ears of everyone present.
The footfall was heavy and slow, with each step seemingly imbued with a special will. Though they had yet to see the person behind the footsteps, everybody seemed to be able to feel his thoughts and will, inexplicably drawn to the rhythm.
"Master!"
This was the thought that sprang to the minds of all the Third-grade martial artists present.
