While Zou Feng and his two companions were enjoying wine and music in high spirits, a certain residence in the Outer City District of Yuan Guang County was a scene of cold desolation.
A young man dressed as a porter sat alone in the courtyard, drinking tea.
On his forehead was a rune of unknown meaning, faintly visible in the moonlight.
A moment later, a door opened.
"Protector Fang, Ji Commander... I'm afraid he's not going to make it..."
Hearing his subordinate's report, Fang Jingchuan stood up and strode into the room.
Inside the bedroom, Ji Changsheng was being pinned to the floor by several Ten Directions Cultists.
He struggled desperately, his expression shifting violently. One moment he was uncontrollably furious, the next he looked as if he had been starved for three days and wanted to take a bite out of anything in sight...
