Lock Down the City
Editor: Atlas Studios
In the Divine Constable Bureau, Ma Fengzhang held a book in his hand and sat in front of the window. He used the candle on the table to read carefully.
Suddenly, his ears twitched. Without any movement, his figure had already arrived at the courtyard outside the window.
"Which expert is visiting?" Ma Fengzhang's left hand, holding the book, was behind his back. He raised his right hand to form a sword finger. In the room, the sheathed longsword on the weapon rack trembled slightly, as if it was about to take off at any time.
Before Ma Fengzhang could finish his sentence, a tall figure appeared on the roof of the house.
Just as he was about to speak, his pupils suddenly contracted.
In an instant, he seemed to see five mountain peaks towering into the clouds. Of the five mountain peaks, four were illusory. The one at the very front was slightly solid, and it bore a boundless pressure that caused his breathing to become slightly hurried.