Shi Zhu turned toward the voice.
The one who called out to him was a tall, skinny middle-aged man with a goatee, dressed in a long robe.
The man's cheeks were sunken, his brow dark and gloomy, and his eyes were excessively sharp, making anyone who saw them want to avoid him.
Shi Zhu was no exception, but he still stopped and asked, "Who are you? What do you want?"
Zhou Liang narrowed his eyes. A faint Baleful Intent lingered around Shi Zhu.
It did not seem to be the residue left behind after killing someone. Rather, it resembled the pale gray Baleful Intent naturally possessed by some heavenly treasure.
That caught his attention.
He did not even bother with the fluctuations of spiritual power coming from the Marquis Manor.
Or rather, it was perfect that fluctuations had appeared there. They had drawn the other Rogue Cultivators from the Attendant Tower away, making his actions all the more convenient.
"Is this the residence of Xiang Hu, Centurion Xiang?"
Zhou Liang glanced at Xiang Hu's door, then looked back at Shi Zhu.
Shi Zhu did not conceal it and nodded. "Yes, but Centurion Xiang is no longer on duty. He has been transferred to the Grand Prison."
"I have urgent business to attend to. Farewell."
Shi Zhu clasped his hands and prepared to leave.
"Wait."
"What else do you want?"
Shi Zhu pressed a hand against the saber at his waist, impatience written across his face.
Chief Xiang had entrusted him with an important task. He had no time to stand around chatting nonsense with others.
Besides, this man had seen an Embroidered Guard and yet showed neither surprise nor fear, as if he did not take the Embroidered Guards seriously at all.
Though Shi Zhu was reckless, years of experience