Breaking the City

Breaking the City

Qian Duoduo raised his hand abruptly and pointed ahead.

"Fang Yuan, look quickly... there's a person lying over there."

Fang Yuan looked along his finger.

Mist churned across the street, blurring everything in the distance.

Yet in the occasional gaps where the mist parted, a human shape could indeed be seen stretched across the road,

motionless, like a sack casually tossed aside.

The three of them hurried over to surround the figure.

Up close, it was a person dressed like a farmer.

Dark skin, coarse cloth clothes, trouser legs rolled up to the calves, and cloth shoes stained with mud on his feet.

His hair was greying, and his face was as rough as sun-dried orange peel.

He lay flat on his back, hands splayed out, dirt still jammed beneath his fingernails.

Had he not appeared on the street outside the Prefecture Governor's Mansion, Fang Yuan would have taken him for a farmer exhausted from toiling in the fields, resting his feet.

Li Suxin's steps suddenly halted.

She stood before the person, her eyes widening for an instant as an irrepressible gasp forced its way from her throat.

"...Seventh Elder?"

Fang Yuan turned his gaze to her. Her complexion did not look well, and her lips were pressed tight as though she wanted to say something but had abruptly swallowed it back.

"You know him?"

Li Suxin hesitated, biting her lip.

She knew the rules of the White Lotus Sect well; revealing the identity of a high-ranking internal figure outside was no different from betraying the sect.

Yet this person was already lying on the ground, and furthermore, Fang Yuan had just brought her out of the Prefecture Governor's Mansion.

Reason and emotion alike left her unable to open her mouth and claim ignorance.

"He is the