Chu Xisheng remained unfazed, with his hands behind his back, coldly looking at the middle-aged sorcerer.
"Hmm?"
The face of the Second Grade National Guardian changed instantly.
"Bathing Sun Divine Ship?"
It was because he recognized the flying ship that Chu Xisheng was steering.
In an instant, he discerned Chu Xisheng's identity.
His demeanor immediately turned respectful, bowing deeply with cupped hands: "I didn't know it was the Infinite Blade Lord arriving, please forgive me, Blade Lord."
The National Guardian's face showed some difficulty: "Blade Lord, you may not know, but today the Capital City is under lockdown, and flying ships are strictly prohibited from entering or leaving the entire city. Please be considerate and land as soon as possible, and put away the Bathing Sun Divine Ship."
"Understood!"
Chu Xisheng felt puzzled, why was the Capital City under lockdown again?
