"Ever since Huang Tian came to Funing, I've finally had time to relax. What a pleasure—"
In the Centurion Office, Xu Shu sat in a side room, poured himself a cup of tea, and sipped it at his leisure.
Outside the window, bamboo shadows swayed, the wind rustled, and a faint floral fragrance drifted in.
Breathing in the scents of flowers and tea, Xu Shu felt that even an immortal's life could hardly be better.
"A pity that the so-called divine weapon still hasn't appeared. We don't even know if it's real. Otherwise, I'd have returned to the provincial capital long ago. Compared with the capital, Funing is too small, and I have neither friends nor family here—"
He shook his head.
When he had come to Funing more than three months ago, he had been full of ambition, intent on seizing the divine weapon. But the weapon had never appeared, while chaos had spread through the city and beyond.
Martial artists fought without end, and master-level experts ran wild. As the man charged with keeping order, he had been run off his feet. Every day brought more matters than he could handle, and sometimes he had even had to intervene personally.
Fortunately, everything had changed after Huang Tian arrived. Once the Yin Holy Son of the Demon Cult's head was hung above the western city gate, every martial artist quieted down, and Xu Shu finally gained some welcome leisure.
"Hm?"
After taking a sip of fragrant tea, Xu Shu suddenly raised his head and looked out the window. Spiritual energy was sweeping across the sky, pouring down somewhere nearby.
"Who's about to break through?"
As a second-rank martial artist, he knew the signs of a breakthrough well. "From that direction, it looks like Huang Tian's residence."
He quickly set