Luminous Yang Commandery.
The sentencing hall of the Patrol Guard Office.
Blue bricks paved the floor, and silver-armored heavenly soldiers stood on either side, spears in hand.
A handsome divine general sat behind the desk. He had removed his lion helmet, revealing a face with sword-like brows and eyes bright as stars.
He held a vermilion brush, his gaze dark as he stared down into the hall.
The young woman was slender and composed. She stood there quietly, showing not the slightest awareness that she had committed an offense.
Ma Long studied her for a long while before speaking in a low voice.
"Name."
"Jiang Yuechu."
"Who is your master? Which immortal lineage do you belong to?"
"No sect, no school. Just a rogue cultivator."
"..."
The vermilion brush in Ma Long's hand hovered above the case file.
A rogue cultivator?
He lowered his head and, expressionless, pressed several heavy strokes into the record.
[Utterly mendacious, obstinate by nature, refuses to disclose her origins.]
After writing those lines, Ma Long took a deep breath and laid the vermilion brush on the inkstone.
Had an ordinary accused official dared spout such nonsense in his sentencing hall, he would already have 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 would never have associated this harmless-looking female cultivator with such overwhelming might.
But decisiveness in killing was one thing, and the Heavenly Court's rules were another.
However overbearing Red Erlang might have been, he was still the mount of a Principal Eighth Rank City God.
Publicly slaughtering an immortal bird belonging to a City God was not something mere ferocity could sweep aside.
At that thought.
Ma Long sighed helplessly. "Jiang Yuechu, seal-bearing immortal official