The borderland of Liangzhou still featured its familiar wind and sand.
Yet for some reason, Jiang Yuechu rode her horse and gazed at the grey-yellow city before her, feeling a strange sense of peace settle into her heart.
Perhaps she had simply grown used to it...
Thinking this in silence, she led her horse into the city.
Upon entering, she did not rush to the official office, but instead returned to her own small courtyard first.
Pushing open the courtyard gate, she found that the vat of water stored long ago had grown somewhat turbid, though she could not be bothered to change it—it would be usable once boiled anyway.
She boiled water and bathed.
Changing into a clean, refreshing black outfit, she casually tied up her hair.
Jiang Yuechu sat before the mirror, gazing at the cold, aloof face reflected within it while quietly calculating in her mind.
This trip back and forth had consumed the better part of a month.
Although she had only slain a single White Flood Dragon, it was, after all, a Great Demon at the Consummate Core Formation Realm, granting over sixteen hundred years of Dao Cultivation.
What was more, she had thoroughly disgusted Jeweled Temple, and combined with an additional seven hundred years of Dao Cultivation, she had hardly suffered a loss.
Having tidied up, she leisurely stepped out and walked toward the Regional Command Office.
The main hall of Longyou Regional Command.
Wei He leaned over his desk, holding a newly delivered official document in his hand. His brows were tightly locked, and his expression was quite dramatic.
It seemed a mixture of shock and expectation, finally transforming into a helpless, wry smile.
"My lord."
The familiar voice drifted in from the doorway.
Wei He raised his head and looked at