Jilong Road Lower Courtyard, at the boundary of Gengyin District.
Ding Wu, alone, arrived early at a roadside pavilion.
The pavilion was supported by gray wooden pillars, topped with green tiles, and the ground was paved with stone slabs.
Every year, the Lower Courtyard arranged for the storeroom disciples to come here to collect the land tax from Gengyin District.
In the grassy area next to the pavilion, one or two sickly Yellow Bud Rice plants could faintly be seen, about half a person tall.
Before long, a figure over two meters tall with dark skin and bulging muscles approached leisurely, yet swiftly.
The oppressive aura that came with him made Ding Wu's heart tighten.
"Could it be Brother Zheng?" Ding Wu hurriedly bowed and saluted.
The muscular Brother Zheng looked at Ding Wu coldly without a word.
Ding Wu felt his scalp tingle under the scrutiny.
Zheng Jin, the second of the seven brothers from Wu Mountain, was an uncompromising cultivation fanatic.
