After the dark clouds had passed, the evening sky seemed even clearer than before, not dim but a lucid blue.
Outside the Capital city, the Thousand-mile Canal, under the sunset, was tinged with a layer of faint shimmer.
Cheng Guang glanced at the glimmer on the canal, unable to penetrate the hidden demonic spirits within it, and took Lin Cheng and Xu Hongfei, along with the others, back to Duke Zhen's Mansion.
The Entrance Hall of Duke Zhen's Mansion had an unusual air this evening.
On a normal day, there were only two guards at the door, but today there were four more.
Moreover, these four were clearly not guards of Duke Zhen's Mansion, but rather they seemed like veterans straight from the battlefield. Although they wore plain clothes, decked in black, each carried a Horse-slashing Sabre on their back. Even from a distance, Cheng Guang could feel the chilling aura emanating from those sabres.
