The moonlight was like gauze.
A broad-shouldered figure stood atop the roof tiles, silently watching over a hundred demon horses neatly galloping out of Qingzhou City.
"There really are people willing to follow him out of the city,"
Jiang Chengyun withdrew his gaze and looked at A'Qian, who was sitting beside him with bare feet.
Both of them were demon catchers, and naturally, the message that had just rang out from the bell had also reached them.
The grandmother was summoned back to serve as the acting commanding general. With such a big commotion tonight, it was impossible for her to completely disregard it,
A'Qian stretched lazily, her voice tinged with weariness, "Having been outside for so long, I've indeed overlooked this bunch from the aristocratic sects."
Jiang Chengyun fell silent for a moment, "You secretly followed the Howling Moon Demon King for hundreds of years; how could you care about all that?"
