The Death of Xue Lu

The Embroidered Uniform Guards’ lowest threshold for acceptance was the seventh level of the Nascent Soul Stage.

For some time, it became the laughing stock of the entire Imperial City, as they all felt that the Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, Duan Ling Tian, was indulging in the wildest of fantasies.

How could an existence above the seventh level of the Nascent Soul Stage be someone he could recruit just because he wants to?!

The sky was filled with red clouds at dusk.

Imperial City, at the City Guard Army’s campsite.

13 tall and big horses stood still before the campsite’s entrance, then 13 figures jumped off to descend to the ground.

These 13 people wore standardised Volador Robes!

On each of their waists hung an order token and a narrow and long sabre, the Embroidered Spring Sabre!

A youth took the lead among the 13 people.

A trace of immaturity could be vaguely noticed in the youth’s handsome face.