After the great battle had ceased for a long while, a cold breeze belatedly arrived, stopping mid-air and revealing three imposing figures.
Leading the group was a man dressed in a red official robe, with a head like a leopard and ringed eyes, an iron face with curly whiskers, and a strange appearance—it was indeed Zhong Wuqi, the judge of the Yin Law Department. The two people behind, dressed as court officers with long beards and fierce faces, were no less tall and big than Zhong Wuqi.
The three came to this place, and with one glance, they saw the scattered sword marks on the mountain and the collapsed mountain walls; they could even sense the Sword Qi still hovering in the air.
"This Sword Qi is unmistakable, definitely from Li Qinglian," one of the burly men said, "but the other person, capable of contending with Li Qinglian to this extent, is one I do not recognize as any known divinity."
"Jiang Li." Zhong Wuqi spoke.
