The intangible killing intent caused the temperature in the air to plummet. Tian Ling, who was on the phone, inexplicably felt a chill run through his entire body.
This… this… His strength, it seems…
Before the call even connected, he looked at the disheveled man before him in astonishment. Tian Ling took a deep breath, and before he could ponder further, Ji Ping's slightly weary voice came through the phone.
「About half an hour later.」
Accepting Tian Ling's invitation, Ji Ping, the Commander of the Ten Thousand Martial Guards, arrived at the Tian residence with a complex mix of emotions.
During this period, Cangyun City was in turmoil. Various forces were hustling about, and the Ten Thousand Martial Guards had naturally become a target for many. In this one day alone, Ji Ping had already met with no fewer than five groups of visitors. Some were from noble clans, but most were colleagues from high-ranking positions within the Martial Department.
