The room was dim, as dense as ink.
At this moment, an oil lamp stood lonely on the table, its fierce flame swaying in the wind.
Under the light of the oil lamp's yellow flame, a dark silhouette sat by the table, sipping from a teacup.
When Chen Xian saw this person, he instinctively tightened his grip on the axe behind his back, his gaze sweeping back and forth over the man.
When he saw the badge hanging from the man's waist, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.
"Mere state officer, how dare you come to the residence of the Mountain Patrol Silver General of the Evil Extermination Bureau?"
The silhouette gradually became clear.
A young man sat calmly with the badge of the Evil Extermination Bureau hanging from his waist.
When Chen Xian spoke, the man merely glanced at him, placed the cup back in its place, and pulled out a piece of jade from his bosom.
As soon as the jade appeared, a hazy glow illuminated the room.
Within just a few breaths, the room became a bit dimmer.
