At this moment, in the northwest corner of Qiongtian City, there was a teahouse exquisitely decorated where high-ranking officials and scions of noble families frequented in Qiongtian City.
Gu Chen, accompanied by Luo Feng and a group of soldiers, spent less than half an hour to arrive here.
Qiongtian City covered a large area. Although not as vast as Tiandu, it could accommodate nearly a million residents. Its scale was naturally not small.
Upon seeing Gu Chen and his entourage arriving, the surrounding crowd immediately retreated far away. The teahouse's servant hurriedly ran out, accompanied by a forced smile, and asked, "Gentlemen officers, what brings you here?"
Gu Chen sat firmly on his horse, his gaze cold. With merely a glance, he discerned that this servant had some cultivation, he was an assassin from the Blood Clothing Tower.
Bam!