Jiang Yuechu Reading

Lingyang Prefecture.

Patrol Guard Office, Criminal Hall.

The floor was paved with blue bricks, silver-armored heavenly soldiers holding long spears standing on either side.

A handsome divine general sat behind the desk. He had removed his lion helm, revealing a face with sword-like brows and star-bright eyes.

He held a vermilion brush in his hand, his gaze dark as he stared at the figure below.

The young woman was slender, her expression calm. She stood there quietly, without the slightest awareness that she had committed an offense.

Ma Long watched her for a long while before speaking in a low voice.

"Name."

"Jiang Yuechu."

"Who is your master? Which immortal sect do you belong to?"

"No sect, no school. I am but a Rogue Cultivator."

"..."

The vermilion brush in Ma Long's hand hovered above the case file.

A Rogue Cultivator?

He lowered his head and expressionlessly wrote several heavy strokes in the register.

[Full of utter nonsense, of obstinate temperament, refusing to disclose her origins.]

After writing those lines, Ma Long drew a deep breath and set the vermilion brush on the inkstone.

If an ordinary offending official had dared to spout such nonsense in the Criminal Hall, he would have long since ordered the heavenly soldiers to bring out the instruments of punishment.

But this girl before him...

Had he not seen it with his own eyes, he never would have linked this harmless-looking female cultivator with that kind of overwhelming might.

Yet decisiveness in killing was one matter; the rules of the Heavenly Court were another.

No matter how overbearing Red Erlang was, he was still the mount of a Eighth-Rank Official City God.

Killing an immortal bird under a City God's command in public was not something that could be brushed aside through sheer ferocity.

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