Yingge City.
In the sky stirred by the biting northern wind, a slender figure sped forth.
Those on the city tower had already noticed his approach.
Zhu Weiwo remained seated, the Ember Ending Lance across his knees, his gaze unwavering.
Instead, it was the head of the Procuratorate who turned around to meet the newcomer.
"What brings you here?" His voice rose from beneath the mask, an icy reception.
Li Jianqiu's face gradually became clear under the shroud of night. He flew directly to the high tower and solemnly paid his respects, "Greetings, Head."
He then called out to Zhu Weiwo, "I've seen Brother Zhu."
Zhu Weiwo merely gestured with a raised hand, indicating there was no need for such formality.
