Night fell. With Xu Hour more than halfway over, all of North Wind Town officially entered curfew. Apart from minor functionaries on official business, Monk Soldiers, and civil and military officials, ordinary citizens were forbidden to go outside.
On the broad street outside the Inner Manor, the night wind howled beneath dim lights. Two extremely luxurious carriages stood west of the main entrance, concealed in the darkness.
"Thud, thud...!"
Suddenly, heavy footsteps sounded. A short young man in black-and-gold armor, wearing a crown and carrying two huge hammers, walked alone through a narrow alley toward the second carriage.
Although young, looking only eighteen or nineteen, he had a full head of white hair. He was short, roughly six feet tall, which by the Migration Land's units of measurement came to around 1.3 or 1.4 meters. Yet the two huge hammers he carried looked bigger than his body.
His steps were steady. As he advanced with the Pair of Hammers over his shoulders, even the surrounding void seemed to distort slightly. Clearly, these hammers were Magic Treasures that relied on tremendous weight and force, and weighed an enormous amount.
Arriving beside the second carriage, he muttered in a muffled voice, "If we're killing people, let's kill people. Why the fuck make it so secretive? That's like taking your pants off to fart!"
"Hey, anyone there?!"
His shout left the entire alley entrance ringing with the echo of this rather slow-looking young man's voice.
"Swish!"
Inside the carriage, Daoist Chu lifted the curtain and poked his head out. He stared at the young man in surprise and asked, "Are you a military officer from the Mess Hall Army? State your name!"
"My name is Wu Batian, a vanguard officer of the Mess Hall Army. My godfather, Liu Wei, sent me to help