The Tyrant's Might, a Treasure Emerges

Qingning County.

The Lin Residence.

Lin Aoshang, the Mystic Marquis of the Sky Patrol Bureau, stayed temporarily in Lin Guolong's residence.

It was noon, in the courtyard's cool pavilion. Lin Aoshang sat beneath the pavilion to escape the heat, the clamor of cicadas ringing in her ears as servants wielding gauze nets caught the bugs in the trees.

She sat with her legs crossed, her body's curves fully displayed. She could not help complaining about the residence's poor location. With the sun beating down fiercely, summer heat accumulated in the courtyard with nowhere to hide.

She wore the standard uniform of the Sky Patrol Bureau; though she cut a dashing and spirited figure, it was hardly breathable and terribly muggy. Beneath her clothes and inside her boots, she was already soaked with sweat.

In the fruit dish, there were indeed iced fruits and watermelon. Yet the chill vanished the moment it entered her mouth, doing nothing at all to dispel the heat.

"Little Sun, why are you in such a panic?"

Seeing Lin Guolong scurry back and forth several times over, his short legs moving so fast they blurred, Lin Aoshang grew annoyed by the disturbance and spoke up to ask.

Lin Guolong approached respectfully, performing a junior's bow, and said, "Good Grannie, you don't know, but a major event has broken out in our county."

"Oh?" Lin Aoshang said. "What kind of major event?"

Lin Guolong said, "It's chaotic, completely chaotic. Early this morning, the people of those three halls and two gangs acted as if they'd made an appointment. Several armed brawls broke out on Westwind Street, Luofan Street, and Water Alley Street."

"If they just fought each other, that would be one thing—after all, people of the pugilistic world hold grudges against one another. But they've disturbed