Deep in the night, a solitary lamp flickered like a bean.
The visitor was none other than County Magistrate Feng!
Chen Xu and County Magistrate Feng stared at each other, an indescribable horror suddenly welling up.
This was all because the image of County Magistrate Feng at this moment was exceedingly disheveled.
His temples were slightly messy, his demeanor restrained, and his gaunt face bore a hint of despair, looking as if he had just experienced a bout of madness.
Just as Chen Xu was about to immediately employ the Netherworld to make his escape, County Magistrate Feng suddenly spoke.
"I have inquired thoroughly about those who emerged from the Ghost Market," he said softly, "Your poetic talent is rare in the world, far beyond my reach."
Chen Xu remained tense, the Innate Qi circulating rapidly within him, yet outwardly he showed no reaction, instead clasping hands toward County Magistrate Feng and said, "Your praise is too generous, My Lord."
